I’m not a Regressor - Chapter 175: Gathering (4)

Zhu Kang, a trafficked soul, was captured by an evil organization and was stripped of his real memories. Unaware of the dangers he worked for this evil corporation as a system.One day, all of a sudden, fifteen men dressed in black started a shoot-out killing all the other systems.In desperation, Kang threw himself into a transmigration device that tossed his soul into a random world.“System 202 has escaped.... a-again.....” one of the black-clothed men said. Trembling, he glanced at their team leader.Kai Alden gritted his teeth. “You let him slip away so easily! Send me into that world. I will capture my dear System and bring him back here,”

Upon meeting the girl who would become her adopted younger sister, the duke’s daughter Christina regained memories of her previous life. Through those memories, she learned that her new sister, Mishuli, was the heroine of a certain story. And though the story depicted a Christina who abused her sister, the real Christina turned into a siscon who spoiled Mishuli to no end.

Reincarnating into another world without having to start from the bottom was certainly a good thing.

However, what if the first place you appear is inside a coffin?

This is what Qin Yuan experienced.

While he had boundless strength, he was already at the end of his age so he had to seal his body.

The only thing he could do was to leave with a Spiritual Body whose strength was extremely limited.

The good thing is that there is a system that suddenly appears.

Ding

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The person who was locked away inside the thorn-covered tower was not a princess, but a witch who employed the powers of darkness.

A brave young hero came searching for the tower in order to kill the witch.

– Light would force the darkness to recede, and grant it eternal rest

The witch wished.

That things would end with, ‘and the hero lived happily ever after killing the witch,’ like in the fairy tales.

And so, she had devised everything to happen in accordance to her wishes.

But the boy, who had grown up in but no time at all, would make the unfamiliar face of man’s from time to time.

“You want me to kill you? ……Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

Reality was very different from the fairy tales.

“The people don’t know of the precious treasure locked away in the tower.

I won’t let anyone else have this god given treasure, this crown of god surrounded by thorns that no one else could recognize.”

The hero gave the witch a slow and deep kiss.

“I am the true victor, and no one else.”