In My Favorite Novel As The Final Villain - Chapter 177 -

What would you do if you could control and use your Karma?

Caution: This novel contains R18 content. Doomsday had arrived overnight. Zombies roamed every corner and humanity had suffered a massive setback.

Jiang Ning was the true heiress of the Huo Family, lost and living outside. After being brought back by her family, her birth parents didn't like her, her cold-faced brother despised her, and her twin brothers would tell her to get lost from the home at the drop of a hat.Waking up alone in the hospital, she was diagnosed by the doctor with a terminal illness, yet her own family was busy throwing a party for the fake heiress. Jiang Ning was furious!She kicked these so-called family members one by one, sending them all flying!If they didn't accept her, she didn't care for them either!......Jiang Ning participated in a rural countryside live stream variety show.Her haters caught wind and came to greet Jiang Ning's entire family in the barrage of messages.But what they found was:Day one: Shock! Jiang Ning catches a thief on the street! A golden retriever runs over to help her.Day two: Jiang Ning snatches a child back from human traffickers with her bare hands! A bird publicly defecates on the traffickers' heads!Day three: Jiang Ning fights a criminal in a life-and-death struggle! A goose mocks them at the scene.Thief: “I had already finished stealing, and she still caught me. It's absurd.”Murderer on the run for sixteen years: “You might not believe it, but I just came to buy a bottle of water, and she came up to me with a big right hook.”A nice countryside live stream somehow turned into a legal synergy.The online audience crazily tagged the official police accounts:“Let's be honest, isn't she an undercover agent you dispatched?”“Jiang Ning's side job is entering the entertainment industry, but her main role is catching criminals, right?”A certain big shot attached a wedding photo: “Wife, mine.”

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.