Immortality Cultivation: I Farm in the System Space - Chapter 440 - 138: A Sudden Change, A Conspiracy Emerges

Yan Feifan, a resident doctor known as a top student, fell into a coma for one year and three months in an accident.He, however, entered a mysterious place during the coma and when he comes around, he feels overpowered.“Yan Feifan, are you finished with the patient's file?”“Yeah.”“And you've memorized it?”“I have.”“You claim you've memorized it all. In that case, I'll have to test you.”“If you're just making irresponsible boasts, then you can go right back where you came from.”

Ella has the most perfect life. A life that everyone could envy her. She has a beautiful face, a beautiful body, abundant wealth.

The most important thing to her is that she has her someone that she thinks is her soul mate.

But a betrayal makes herperfect life shattered. She was lied to, toyed with and thrown into a much worse place than hell.

She was expelled from her family and locked up in a mental hospital, a place that shatter both of her wings.

Five years later, Ella returns with one goal in life. She handed over her body to Christian, a CEO who is notorious for being the cruelest.

In exchange, Christian will help him achieve his dream: REVENGE!

Three reincarnations. Fourth life.

She was chosen to grow up as the Child of Fate; but when the real Child of Fate appeared, she was sacrificed for that child.

In the second life, she was abused.

In her third life, she lived as a beggar.

“This country is not safe. Let’s defect!”

LeBlaine chooses to be re-born into a new family to defect. The family she chooses is…

… the family of the future biggest villains in the Kingdom.

“Let’s try to get along until the time of my exile!” is what she tried to do. But what happened was…?

“My daughter is the cutest IN THE WORLD!”

“Give me that building, I can use it as my sister’s bathroom.”

“Don’t worry, LeBlaine asked me not to hit you. Not to not kill you.”

“WHO, WHO MADE MY SISTER CRY?!”

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…