All My Disciples Are Kings - Chapter 1382: Mohist puppetry! (44)

The MMORPG ’EVR’ was released unexpectedly one day, along with its advanced equipment that allowed players to fully immerse themselves in the game, even though prior VR technology wasn’t nearly as realistic. To prevent people from replacing their real lives with the game, the servers were shut down during the day and on weekends. I was the best at the game, but since I had no friends or family, I could only watch and bet on sports while waiting for the servers to reopen—until the day I died and regressed to a week before the game was released. I know everything that will happen in the game. I know the game is not just realistic; it’s real. And for some reason, I don’t need to log out!

Is money really everything in a life?

In her past life, she was his personal physician, his junior,Due to the age difference, she could only bury her love for him deep in her heart.An explosion awakened her, and she found herself back in his era.When they met again, he was the noble and aloof scion of his family,She was a village girl with a tragic background.But this time, she would not shrink back,She would bravely pursue her love, making this second chance at life devoid of regrets.In public, he was cold and ruthless,In private, he was a devoted lapdog to his wife,His maxim was, “What the wife says is always the truth.”This story is a one-to-one relationship, with both parties being virtuous and strong.

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?