MTL - Rebirth: Degenerate Slave Abuses Tyrant - Chapter 433 Golden Temple

To save a doomed fantasy world, I killed the main characters, then destroyed the game world, and fell into another timeline as the academy's top seat and rival to the protagonist.Now, I'm trying to save the world and steer it towards a better ending…But I'm the final boss.

Gu Miru was assigned to the redemption group because she repeatedly broke down the mission world.

To redeem the miserable situation of the novel world, leading to blackening, madness, and ultimately the self-destruction of the soul, the role of the world to be. The auxiliary world successfully played the He ending.

However, the redemption team cannot designate an ID card, and they need to draw cards by luck.

Ten thousand years of non-chief Gu Miru: ….
The first world: an ancient boy who was locked up as a monster because of albinism and starved to death.
Gu Miru drew the ID card: the culprit who proposed to lock up the son.
The second world: The dead man who died for the heroine, who could not be loved.
Gu Miru drew an ID card: the vicious female partner who ordered the shooter.
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Sweet and sweet, humming and falling in love, and can’t eat the food to cut the leg meat type by myself, and I don’t like welcome x.
Decathlon female lead, two worlds with different male lead.
The previous copywriter Long Aotian case reopened.

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- Description from novelbuddy

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

- Description from Novelupdates

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?