MTL - Legend of the Great Saint - v3 Chapter 48 Kill a dawn

System: Want to live? Want to recover from illness? Want to change Da Zhou’s fate? You only need 998 points to redeem a package guaranteed to cure all diseases and strengthen the body! You don’t need 2400 points, also don’t need 1200 points only 998 points. You won’t suffer losses or be fooled! Welcome to the system of the king of the dead…..

Ji Jinrong: This name does not sound very auspicious

System: Don’t pay attention to these details /(ToT)/ ~~

Ji Jinrong killed all his brothers. At the age of thirteen, he dragged his sick body to the throne and worked conscientiously as a puppet emperor in the hands of the courtiers and eunuchs. Everyone says that the great general Wei Tingjun has wild ambitions, and is intentionally revolting however, Ji Jinrong felt that Wei Tingjun was not staring at the throne but at him, who was sat on the throne!

Ji Jinrong carefully tempted: “If I die you can be the emperor.”

Wei Tingjun: “You dare die, I’ll have everyone buried with you!”

Ji Jinrong: “…..”

See, it wasn’t his misconception.

So even if it was to just tie the head of the wolf, he (JYR) won’t die easily.

Ji Jinrong: It’s getting cold, its time to ruin the country. I (imperial) have to go back and look for (tie) the great general!

- Description from Novelupdates

Annan transmigrated to a new world – the Land of Dense Fog. He had become a rare elite NPC who possessed the player’s system.

However, he had the heart of a player.

I like to stir up matters, and unbridled. But, I’m a kind player. The ally of justice who is favored by this world.

I’m on a main mission. As the righteous player, I’m following my destiny to eradicate you, the evil NPC!

Dear player, I’d recommend you to stop running away. The mission is completed. I’m the righteous NPC now to punish you, the evil players…

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In the long dark night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky.

Hoarse whisper patrols the streets. The brass steam engine is emitting blood mist.

Your brain is in ecstasy; your eyes are enchanted.

With cracked skins, it sprouts new flesh.

In the gray mists, shirek cries come from the flesh wall that consumes thousands of corpses…

“Stop crying, our players don’t bite. They just want to play with you.”

The Solitary Schemer, Number 1 Player, Land of Dense Fog’s Savior, Leader of 13 Saints, Friend of 12 Upright Deity, Pioneer King, “The Righteous One,” Gatekeeper of Forth Disaster, Crownless Deity, the great Annan advised kindly.

The status of a wizard is transcendent in all continents and in the universal plane.

One day he suddenly found himself in hell.
All he had was the desire to live and a predation ability.
From the first to the ninth thousand circles of hell, he absorbed dozens, hundreds of thousands of demons.
Even the seven great dukes of hell bowed down before him.

– Why would you wish to go back? Doesn’t his highness have everything that’s in Hell?
– What do I have?

Nothing to eat, nothing to enjoy!
The only things in Hell are the barren lands and terrible demons!

“I’m going back.”

After ten thousand years he returns to Earth.