MTL - I Can Extract My Identity and Join the Death Game - Chapter 275

Ethan was just an ordinary guy until he woke up in the world of his favorite novel, Gods’ Final Requiem.But this isn’t a story where the hero wins. It’s a tragedy where the protagonist falls, the world crumbles, and the Demi-Gods and Outer Gods consume everything.And now, Ethan is here weak, talentless, and completely insignificant. A nobody in a doomed world.Yet, when an Empire Academy Admission Letter lands in his hands bearing his name he realizes something is wrong.More than that, his status window hides two sealed abilities, something that never existed in the original story.This wasn’t supposed to happen.If the world is truly destined to fall… then maybe, just maybe, he can change it.But first, he has to survive

Traveling through the fantasy world, becoming the descendant of the immortal family in the fairyland, born with a Chaos Physique, accompanied by a piece of Immortal Bone and a Primordial Seal.Starting with the Chaos Physique, he pushed forward all the way to be invincible.There are thousands of geniuses in the world, and they all have to bow their heads when they see me.

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.

[Unconventional routine text! The content is seriously inconsistent with the title of the book, and it is biased towards the daily direction and life flow! If you don’t like it, don’t enter! 】

Through the strange but familiar parallel world, from a popular writer to a high school student lying on an orthopedic hospital bed:

There is a sweet voice in my mind that keeps repeating endlessly;

In the school, there was a deskmate who was said to have nothing but good looks;

…

In the previous life, he lost to reality in the long-distance love race, and was alone for half his life. In this life, he wants to try to be a scumbag.

Is there a more suitable career than a star?

Novels, poems, music, movies…

It all starts here.

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