Worldwide Simulation Era - Chapter 782 - Mediocre Acting Skills

Yuzuki thought it was just another pastime from his casework, proofreading a half-finished fantasy webnovel. But when he woke up the next day, he was no longer in his world. He was inside the story… as a disposable extra.The world he now walks is beautiful, brutal, and broken. Its plot is incomplete. And looming over it all is a calamity so catastrophic that even the protagonist would have failed to stop it. Driven only by his cunning and spite towards this twisted fate, his only choice is to stake his existence in a world on the verge of collapse. But how long can a nameless extra outwit the fate of an unfinished novel? How is he going to survive in this ruined world?If the story dies, so does he.“Well, curse the protagonist. Why would I gamble my life on some self-righteous fool who’s just doomed to fall anyway?”#Academy#WeakToStrongMCNo Harem!

There were women approaching me, who had decided to die.

Jiang Yi, with the Celestial Book, transmigrates to the world as a Demonic Cultivator of the Demon Dao. He wants to knock open the gate of longevity and immortality.【Celestial Book, show me the opportunity I can obtain today.】【50 li outside the sect gate, in a green-water cold pool, there is one Spirit Fish, which can be caught.】【Celestial Book, show me the most compatible Cultivation Technique for me at present.】【Lu Mountain Sword Sect's 7th Grade “Prime White-Clad Jiazi Jiao-Slaying Song”, Qixia Mountain's 5th Grade “Rainbow-Gathering and Cloud-Refining Pointing Profound Scripture”, Innate Demon Sect's 3rd Grade “Grand Sage True Skill of the Profound Monarch's Prayer”…】

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.