MTL - Rebirth in America: Great Slave Owner - v2 Chapter 237 hyperrealism

What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love?

What do you do when you realize you that you have not only become an NPC – you have even been thrown back in time to before the game even launched!

What will happen when our protagonist’s two realities coincide?

Han Xiao was a professional power leveler before his transmigration. Using his past life’s knowledge, Han Xiao sweeps through the universe as he prepares for the arrival of the players. This is definitely not your typical transmigration novel.

Du Wan passed away and became a short-lived cannon fodder.

She was cheated out of the mine by the male protagonist, her gold finger was stolen by the female protagonist, and even her mother-in-law who took care of her was killed by the male protagonist.

So, when the injured villain came to her for help——

Thinking of the story about Mr. Dongguo and the wolf, Du Wan said quietly: “Young master, everyone is destined to die, so you should go with peace of mind. Be good, stop struggling, it’s useless.”

Villain Pei: “…”

There is a saying in MMP that I don’t know whether to say or not…

Everyone knows that Pei Haofeng looks like a dragon and is both civil and military, but they don’t know that he is also a bit petty and loves to hold grudges.

He was very upset about her failure to save her.

then……

[ps: The little cannon fodder fought against three top bosses at the beginning! ]

- Description from novelbuddy

An elder asked a young man if he wanted revenge for being humiliated by a strong man and disregarded by his master. The elder offers to pass his power to the young man, who is amazed to find centuries' worth of skill appear on his phone. The power is from the Heavenly Court, where users can borrow without interest for 30 days. The young man worries it might be a 'magic loan,' but the elder assures him that it is safe, as the daily interest is very low.Zhang Yu snorted coldly and closed the ad.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

- Description from Novelupdates