The Extra Can't be A Hero - Chapter 195: The First Calamity (5)

In his past life, he climbed to the 69th floor, and reached the limit of his potential.

Now, reborn, he has returned to the past, when the almighty Tower first summoned him. He will work his way up again, step by careful step.

This time, he will climb to the top.

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When I woke up after a pretty crappy death, what greeted me was one of those famous fantasy worlds! I didn’t expect anything like becoming the strongest with a common job, or rising to the top with the weakest class…

Guns suppress all divine demons and evil spirits, flesh and blood forge the multi-dimensional Great Wall!In the second year of Ming Country, Tianmen City was in need of recovery after the war. Chaos thrived, and evil spirits roamed freely.The children of the poor take charge early, and garrison soldiers need to learn to earn their own money.My name is Wang Yunxiao, an external field agent for the Special Service Bureau, specialized in dealing with various demon and evil spirit emergencies locally.Let me introduce my wife Li Mumu—she is gentle, virtuous, cute, and empathetic, and she is an evil spirit.Who writes a diary in all seriousness! Can what’s written even be considered true inner thoughts? Despicable!(The female protagonist’s solo storyline begins later, starting from chapter 87)

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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