The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter - Chapter 2

It was just a game, one Evan played way too much, but it was still a game in the end. At least it was supposed to be...

However, on the day the main quest ended, he discovered it was more than just a game.

The world of Aidos was real and the demon threat was even more so.

He was sent to be the leader of the new generation heroes and save the world from the demon invasion by the god who made the game.

Unfortunately, nothing was as simple as it may have seemed.

As the truth behind the invasion and the previous Seven Heroes was slowly revealed, he began to have second thoughts about his choices.

He began questioning if the demons were truly the enemies of Aidos.

Even more so, when he discovered a new truth.

That he may not actually be who he thought he was.

A bloodsucking mosquito with the soul of a student, seeking revenge, rose from being weak to powerful, step by step from this unassuming life planet 'Earth', becoming a powerful force in the entire universe!Literary version: Reborn as a larva, striving for self-improvement, and ultimately transforming into a terrifying giant mosquito. From then on, I roamed freely across the universe, traveling the vast universe's starry sky!Passionate version: You weak cosmic creatures! I'm using my mouthparts to consume the core nutrients of your mother star. What can you do about it?Funny version: You think I'm disgusting? You hate me because I suck blood? Want to swat me dead with one slap? Just wait, one day I'll stomp your house down!

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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Left out during the elementary school picnic.