To Deprive a Deprived Person - Chapter 237 – Rushing into one´s doom

Reborn in a frail body disgraced by its family, Zhuang Xing—the once-legendary Pill God—awakens to a brutal world where martial prowess defines destiny. Surviving an attempt on his life by his own family’s henchmen, he realizes he’s been reborn in the Great Qi Country as the despised son of the Zhuang family.Three months before the prestigious Hidden Dragon Ranking, Zhuang Xing must rise above his limitations to claim his birthright and reclaim his former strength. With enemies surrounding him, will Zhuang Xing overcome his frail shell and silence those who doubt him?

The first time they met, she broke into his room, ran into him who had just come out of the bath, calmly met his dangerous gaze, and flirted wantonly: “Handsome guy, he has a good figure~”

The second time we met, at a grand banquet, she was bright and flamboyant. After abusing someone with her front foot, she leaned towards him with her back foot, and asked obediently and softly: “I heard that I am your shield girlfriend, can brother help me with this tool?” Do yourself a favor~”

From then on, Master Qin’s family had a little goblin who was in control of heaven and earth, who would stir up fire in his heart every day.

Everyone said that the An family’s real daughter was inferior to the fake daughter in every way, she was a rustic old hat who grew up in the countryside, and she couldn’t even match the fake daughter’s hair.

As a result, together with the fake daughter, they were all slapped in the face, and their heart, liver, spleen and lungs were hurt everywhere.

The crowd also said that even if a real daughter is better than a fake daughter, she is still an abandoned daughter who has no power or power, and her father does not love her mother, and she is not worthy of Master Qin at all.

Little did they know that the awakened parents and the four elder brothers were humbly seeking the truth and returning home every day.

Until one day, the real daughter announced that she was going to retire from the world and go home to take care of her husband and teach her children.

Immediately, countless bigwigs standing at the top of the world cried and begged her to stay…

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A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor.

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He lived an average, fulfilling life and died of old age. The next moment, he opened his eyes as the Princess of Asmaria.

While looking forward to his new life, he died again.

And so began his 151,897,914th life as Samur Eckart.

Samur is a Professional Transmigrator- or so he says so, as he gets transmigrated into a new world every time he dies.

However, each time, his memories return only moments before his death. If he successfully survives, he gets to live that life, if he dies, well, he just moves on to his next moment of death.

Once again on the verge of death as Samur, he’s saved at the last moment by a young boy.

Surprise, surprise, the young boy is a Regressor.

As a man of honour, Samur intends to repay his debt then leave because the world is too inconvenient to live in.

Well, that’s what he thought, at least, but the Regressor and his friends are kind of… weird, and he can’t seem to get away at all?

However, not everything is as it seems. Samur’s whims have made him the part of an eternal lie.

Shadows dance in glee as they concoct a requiem far grander than anyone can imagine, while the Lights tremble in delight as the apocalypse threatens the Universe.

The dies have been cast, the play has been written, the characters are on the stage, and the sacrifices have been made.

And so, it’s finally time to let this game begin.

[No heroine, no emotional line, no ambiguity, a lot of private settings, a comprehensive world view, I am an organization. 】

[There is a story about an undercover police officer with real wine, there is a possibility of death for the red party, and both Bourbon and Scotland are real wine]

“Name.”

“Osamu Dazai.”

“gender.”

“A man without a doubt.”

“age.”

“14.”

“The code name of the Black Organization.”

“Cahor.”

“Why did you join the Black Organization?”

“Well, because I’m the adopted son of that gentleman.”

[This article is also known as Osamu Dazai of COS. I recognized a thief as a father in the Conan crew. I am not disqualified in this world. I am full of fighting skills. I appeared in Japan the next second at the comic exhibition and became a three-year-old slaughter]

[There will be other vests. ][The elegant party and the gangsters stay away from me][Writing to play, don’t gangster]

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