The Tales of an Infinite Regressor - Chapter 167

Genius, antisocial, solitary, intractable , maniacal.

At the turn of every era, it is he who raises the flag of the rebel cross.

Winners take it all, losers take the fall.

He who brings order to a chaotic world, assembles talents and masterminds.

He who hides among the crowd, yet stands on the top of the world.

— The one and only, him.

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Dusk is the boundary, Yin and Yang are divided into two parts.

When the evil god’s flesh and blood crowded out from the cracks in the earth, when mountains of flesh and blood appeared everywhere.

Some people fear it, some people worship it, and some people burn incense and make offerings.

Some people also tasted it, hey, it tastes good?

As a result, flesh and blood turned into crops, and people greedily harvested, fought for, and worshiped their ancestors.

Hu Ma was reincarnated from fear, ate Tai Sui, kept a stove, went through hardships, fought for his life against evil spirits everywhere, and then…

……What? Am I the evil one?

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Killing a person in ten steps will never stop a thousand miles away!

The evil leader broke through the barrier of time and space and became a descendant of Chinese medicine.

An era in which traditional Chinese medicine is in decline and ineffective.

Medicine is declining

Budo is fading

humanity is sinking

Under the surface of the peaceful world of singing and dancing, there is another treacherous and unfathomable world.

Experts can cure diseases, and national players can save people’s hearts.

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[Unconventional routine text! The content is seriously inconsistent with the title of the book, and it is biased towards the daily direction and life flow! If you don’t like it, don’t enter! 】

Through the strange but familiar parallel world, from a popular writer to a high school student lying on an orthopedic hospital bed:

There is a sweet voice in my mind that keeps repeating endlessly;

In the school, there was a deskmate who was said to have nothing but good looks;

…

In the previous life, he lost to reality in the long-distance love race, and was alone for half his life. In this life, he wants to try to be a scumbag.

Is there a more suitable career than a star?

Novels, poems, music, movies…

It all starts here.

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