The Villain's Face Slapping Counterattack - Chapter 62.2

Qin Fen had once been abandoned and broken until, one day, he picked up a liquid metal ball that turned his life upside down.
This is the interplanetary era where Classical and Modern Wushu are competing. Classical Wushu enables followers to grow as powerful as dragons and elephants, whereas Modern Wushu enables followers to freeze monsters or even extinguish erupting volcanoes.
Qin Fen steps onto the stage of both Classical and Modern Wushu while belonging to neither. With the exquisite combination of both Classical Wushu and modern technology, he will pave a way to become a legend.
He is one of a kind, a favored son of heaven.

Having traveled to the Otherworld game for ten years, Li Ang, without any cheats or a wise mentor, fought his way to become the core support of the world's strongest Adventurer's Guild as an ordinary person, earning outstanding merit and being considered the cornerstone of the guild.However, after the team introduced a brand-new merit algorithm, he was defined as consuming resources without contributing and was directly 'optimized'.Ten years of effort went down the drain, and it was only then that the game system appeared in front of him.He decided to reorganize a highly professional and efficient Adventurer's Guild to return to the peak.“Yes, you're a founding member, but if veterans loaf off openly, how can we lead the group?”“The recent key tactics all revolve around my Support Magic—”“Yeah, which made everyone exhausted to death,” a member interrupted Li Ang's words.

The main character is reborn as a character from a game he played in his previous life. This character falls into ruin along with the villainess, spending the last of their years together. A man named Kururi Helan.

Once upon a time, there lived a person consumed by the desire for revenge.After finally achieving his goal of seeking revenge against all of his enemies, he was ultimately sentenced to death. Though he accepted his punishment, he suddenly found himself standing in an unfamiliar and surreal place, as if caught in a hallucination during his final moments. As his consciousness began to fade, a distinct voice accompanied him and whispered—”Welcome to Hell!”