Godly Model Creator - Chapter 1009 - It turned out to be you

I wasn’t supposed to awaken. I didn’t have a System. I didn’t have power. I was just another nobody trying not to die.Then I fell, into something ancient.Now I’ve been chosen by a Trial that wasn’t meant for me.If I survive, I won’t just awaken.I’ll become something the world was never ready for.One of the Primordials.

Our MC dies from an accidental electrocution and ends up inhabiting the body of a young prince in another world, his new profession being the Necromancer he chose in the game he was playing before his untimely demise. However, things are not what they seem – including his own Necromancy skills!

I am not that good with synopsis, So please read the first chapter instead.

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After accidentally killing the male lead and changing the course of the story, our Demon Queen finds herself in a very complex situation.

As the final villainess of this world, her mission was to be defeated while making the Chosen Ones stronger.

But fate played a cruel trick on her.

Left with no other choice, she finds herself forced to serve the Female lead to survive.

As the story unfolds, our Demon Queen must navigate her new life as the heroine's servant while also trying to uncover the truth behind her sudden change in fate.

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A young man plagued by recurring nightmares finds himself visiting a blind fortune teller, who sends him to a world of martial arts that looks a lot like the wuxia stories he used to read.

In the sky of this world, a tome shines every now and then, revealing the hierarchy of mighty beings that seek power amid troubled times. Determined to unravel the mysteries of his involuntary journey and the secrets of the world he has ended up in, he endeavors to ascend the tome’s rankings, all while looking for a path back home.

Official Chinese blurb

Wandering the jianghu with a blade and wine, where beauties’ grace is filling one’s mind.

A youth, saber on his back and wine gourd at the waist, strides forth, yet the jianghu of his heart seems only more elusive;

With each flipped page of the Tome of Troubled Times, decades of nights soaked in rain pass over the jianghu.

As he suddenly turns to look back, he finds that the mortal world has shattered in his wake.