The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity - Chapter 11 - You Better Not Fall for Me

I am the only person free from the control of the Status Window.

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Just a word from me, and my status window is gone.

To be more precise, an error occurred when I took over the possession of the body.

“Ah, why didn’t the dragon drop a single artifact?”

Thanks to this, I am gradually distanced from humanity.

In this fantasy world, music and aether rules all. However, there is constant threat of demons and natural catastrophes. The most powerful men are musicians who use music, alchemy, and spells to safeguard their homes. A young man who just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled, starts his journey of becoming musician – a journey that leads him to the crown of justice and glory.We are born of aether, grow under aether and die as aether. Awe of Aether! – Holy Code.

[Ding!][Ultimate Tycoon's Perfect Life System Activated][Spent $100,000 in an hour. 10x reward unlocked. Earned $1,000,000][Make the Villain beg for your mercy. Get premium limited edition super car][Destroy the hero who tried kill you. Get a villa worth of $500,000,000][Become the ultimate tycoon]James was an orphan has never had any luck in life, but that changed when reincarnated in his favourite novel, and got the best gift a reader could have get.“Do you want a perfect life?”The moment he accepted he transmigrated in his favourite novel and woke as poor character who got off-screened by the author.But the story he knew isn't the same anymore, the characters have their own free will, villain's may become hero's, hero's may become villain's. Constantly trying the damage the original plot he knew.But as a veteran reader how could he lose?No matter what happens he will protect his waifus, he will thrive, he will rise. he will become the “Ultimate Tycoon”

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.