Downtown Druid - Chapter 63Book 3 : There’s a Whole Mortal Plane out there

[Congratulations, you have earned +9 coins. You have repaid 999,999,999 / 1,000,000,000 Coins. You need 1 more coin to repay your debt.]“You’ve got to be kidding me.”______After living a hundred lives, Lucian finally managed to repay his debt to the system. World after world, he fought, bled, and struggled—all for the freedom he had foolishly given up the day he begged the system to save his life.At last, he had done it. 999,999,990 coins. Just one more mission, one last world, and he would finally be free...Or so he thought.But this was no joke. The system had screwed him over one final time.Still, there was hope. With only a single coin left to repay, the system could no longer play its tricks. Freedom was just within his grasp—if he could survive this last world.All Lucian had to do was reach the end. Simple, right?Except this time, the world itself seemed determined to destroy him.

In the 41st Millennium, the planet I reside on, Cadia, was rated as the most habitable world for humanity. The birth rate once reached a staggering 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this.Even the renowned expert in mass mobilization, Guilliman, once brought a team of specialists here to ask for my secrets.'Plants that have been extinct for ages, found only during the M2 era of Ancient Terra—how is this possible?' The entourage stared dumbfounded at the wilderness filled with carrots and potatoes.'By the Omnissiah! A lump of iron with no wires or power source can move freely and even possesses a Machine Spirit.' The Adeptus Mechanicus stood before the legion of Iron Golems, their hands trembling uncontrollably.'This thing is countless times more useful than an STC template.' The Tech-Priest stroked the Crafting Table, his bionic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe.'A device similar to the Webway?'...--This is translation but don't worry for I AM HERE, I will be the poison tester and remove all the poison I can to make the this Good story, Very Very Good.

Once upon a time, an Alchemist Grandmaster from the World of Immortals accidentally took possession of a playboy, who hailed from a rich and powerful family, and became a student in the middle of his midterms.

“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants.

“From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?”

“Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!”

His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered.

He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart.