Extra's Magic - Chapter 185 Shadow Killer

Chen Mo a game designer got sent to a parallel world with advance technology but undeveloped game concepts.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

Traversing to the parallel world where the game concept is still stuck in pk and trade union wars full of krypton gold routines.

Chen Xu obtained the system, so that players can become stronger when they are emotionally excited.

So when Chen Xu came up, he gave players around the world a big one – the immersive VR version of “Battlefield”.

Let players return to World War I and feel the cruelty of the bloody battle of the Somme and the Battle of Verdun…

on the battlefield…

pdd: Ya’er! who I am? where am I? How did I die?

A Yin: Quack doctor! quack doctor! Where’s your needle!

Sun Yifeng, the giant of the fish market: You are a chicken! Don’t fight, it’s allies!

Xiaojie: In war, be serious!

Brother Shu: Is this war? So cruel!

And this is just the beginning.

“Elden’s Ring”, which made players look like a werewolf for Ni, “Call of Duty: Modern Warfare” with 141 to smash Makarov’s conspiracy, “Red Dead Redemption” with Arthur to complete the redemption, and Sergeant Long smashes the Flood and the Covenant’s “Halo”…

Countless classic games were born in the hands of Chen Xu.

- Description from novelbuddy

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.