Mrs. Huo Pretends to be Weak Every Day - Chapter 97 - : Dog! I’m Not Listening To You Anymore! Bye!

Life Mission – a game that has become reality.

This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.

“Let’s look at the daily quests today... it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.”

“Tsk! You think I’m stupid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Epic-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.”

I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says that a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man.

Where am I? So many zombies! What happened to me? What happened to this world?“Ding! Divine Pick-Up System activated!”“Ding! Picking up done! Obtained Power attribute*10!”“Ding! Picking up done! Obtained Dominating World Lv1!”“Ding! Picking up done! Obtained the Spatial Talent!”After crossing over to the doomsday, Long Chen found out he could actually enhance himself by picking up the attributes that dropped by others. That’s too amazing and incredible!Strength can be picked up, speed can be picked up, defense can be picked up, even supernatural abilities, techniques, and martial skills can be picked up. Even the girls…Haha, the girls still shall be pursued by himself. Anyway, it’s impossible for him to go cultivate, impossible in the rest of his whole life. Only by picking up attributes can support his life.How to survival in this doomsday? Whatever, I will become invincible by picking up.

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.