Crime Prison Island - Chapter 73 - 23 Plan_2

After reincarnating eight times unsuccessfully due to a glitch in the netherworld, Jia Hao finally reincarnated in the world of Urban Fantasy, an eroge game that he played before. However, he realized the game was currently in the bad ending mode and he is powerless like a side character without any game system.

Skinny dude who blackmails girls? Check!

Fat Ugly Uncle who lusts after women? Check!

Blonde haired delinquent whose eyes are covered with bangs? Check!

As Jia Hao was wrecking his brain to how to change the plot, he found a mysterious pot that can take him into an ancient world, and the items he brought from the modern world transformed into heavenly treasures!

“Now, you dare to gaze at my women? My dear wives! Beat him to death!” Jia Hao ordered as he leaned back on the chair like a salted fish.

Qi Laiyan was a tycoon worth billions. Due to a special gene in his body, he possessed a body that never got sick.But he could only live to 50 years old.After his death, half of his estate would belong to his contractual wife.One day, Qi Laiyan, whose body had never had any issues, suddenly started coughing.His darling wife, who loved him desperately and only cared about the man not the money, rushed to the hospital in the freezing wind, grabbing him and crying until she was a tearful mess.“Why did you suddenly start coughing, honey! What will I do without you?!” She cried hoarsely, so despairing.Qi Laiyan looked at this scene he had anticipated long ago, feeling nothing but annoyance.Just as he was about to chase the woman away as usual,A voice suddenly rang out in his mind.[Good boy, is this coughing? This is hitting the jackpot for me!] [How will I live? Of course by inheriting your assets and dancing on your grave after the seventh day following your death!]Hearing this voice identical to his teary-eyed, soft-gazed yet desperate little darling wife, Qi Laiyan fell silent.Unsure, listen further…

“Where the f*ck am I?”

One day, he suddenly fell into a world of barbarism and superstition.

“F*ck, I ain’t a savage!”

By the time I realized it, I had reincarnated into another world.

I kept sleeping, and at some point I became a Demon Lord.

Even though I never wished for it.

But for me to not have to work, this world is the best. It must be true that good things happen to good people.

The flavor of Sloth is as sweet as honey. Glory, diligence, virtue, or honor. I have no interest in anything like that.

What’s there to hide? The Lazy king is… none other than me.