How to Live as the Enemy Prince - Chapter 24.1 - I Mean No Harm

On Christmas day, seemingly overnight, God summoned everyone on Earth, giving every single person a 'Gift' along with a System.

These Gifts, synonimous with special abilities granted people powers beyond comprehension.

However, with these abilities came tragedy that enveloped the world. The Apocalypse!

Jeremy Lewis, a reclusive loner, is mysteriously exempt from this phenomenon and finds himself being the only one without a Gift.

God decides to grant him the last Gift available, [Subspace], and forcefully returns him to a world that has become hell.

Horrifying monsters now lurk around every corner, and inevitable death awaits.

Arming himself with his wits and the Gift he possesses, how will Jeremy survive this cruel new world that he finds himself in?

“Everything will go according to plan, and ultimately the path I have started will lead to my victory... these tools will be useful in achieving that!”

System 223 is a new system that has just left the factory, and it can’t wait to bind the host on the first day it leaves the factory. However, before it showed its talents and led the host to the pinnacle of life, the host directly stepped on the end of life because of the short-term stagnation of binding it.
Helpless, the disheveled 223 had no choice but to take its host who had just died in a car accident to choose a new plane, and properly chose a little white tiger that had just passed away for the host to possess.
“Ding, system 223 has been loaded. This system has its own game upgrade system, foundation building in January, golden pill in March, and a year of Nascent Soul is not a dream! I wish the host an early ascension and reach the pinnacle of life!!!”
Jiang Mo who was inexplicably bound: “…”
Jiang Mo, who had just received the memory of the white tiger inheritance: How tiring is it to cut monsters, and the cultivation base of the gods and beasts increases even when they sleep. It’s not as good as this, the foundation building once, the golden elixir twice, and the Nascent Soul three times all depend on dreams!
System: … Is there such a good thing? I’m afraid it’s not really a dream, is it? ! So how long are you going to sleep?
Jiang Mo: Ten years and eight years are not too short, and a hundred years and a thousand years are not too long.
System: Unable to unbind, I choose to shut down 🙂
However, Jiang Mo couldn’t sleep for hundreds of thousands of years after all, because she, who is the ultimate face control, soon met a stunning beauty…
Who is willing to ignore a kitten lying down on the porcelain?

Note:
1. High-cold plush control master sister VS salted fish rise up little white tiger
2. The author has never practiced truth, so he doesn’t know what true cultivation is like.

Content tags: Xianxia Cultivation System Sweet Text Cute Pet
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Mo, Yun Qingyue ┃ Supporting role: Advance receipt of “After Swapping Bodies with the Prince” ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

Scheming female assassin transmigrated to become the weak Eldest Miss, her story is wonderful and stunning, attracting peach flowers to blossom open. Cold calculating emperor? Genius bad crown prince? Insidious happy-go-lucky prince? Gentle physician? Ice-cold mystery male? Who is her true love? Haha, but she only eats, definitely will not take responsibility! Beautiful men be careful!

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.