The CEO's loser wife: Rebirth of the villainous queen of alchemy - Chapter 142 My sweet wifey is surprisingly insatiable Part 2

What should I do if I cross to another world and become an NPC?

This idea has been deeply rooted and sprouted in William’s mind!

Therefore, he decided:

I want to be the strongest NPC in history.

Wear the thickest armour and give the most vicious beatings!

Who says an NPC will be killed by players?

Who says an NPC upgrades more slowly than players?

Who says an NPC must explode equipment, I can explode in more ways… Bah humph.

Anyway, it’s impossible for me to die. Just take a look at all you trash players. Your father will stand here and let you chop for an hour without a frown!

- Description from Novelupdates

A master assassin transmigrates into an interstellar era.

After transmigrating to the Great Desolation world, he became Dijun.At first, he did not want to be this demon emperor, just wished to be a carefree innate sage. However, appointed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, he had no choice but to take on this heavy responsibility.As for the war between the Witches and Demons, Dijun is not interested at all, he only wants to lead the demon clan in building the Great Desolation, and win the favor of heaven and earth, earning virtues and fortune.And the Zhou Tian Star Array, was it created for battle? Dividing day and night, establishing the four seasons, transforming chaos into innate aura, benefiting the Great Desolation, this is the true purpose of the Zhou Tian Star Array.With virtues and fortune upon them, who dares to provoke the demon clan?Under Dijun’s leadership, the entire demon clan continually contributes their strength to the construction of the Great Desolation.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”