MTL - The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus - Chapter 1798 Watershed

[Regressed successfully!]Zick lifted his eyelids, revealing two dull eyes. A grand room filled with medical appliances was reflected on his pupil.The piercing pain originating from the abdomen made Zick slowly accept the reality.He had returned 10 years back in the past!The very moment from when Zick began to lose everything.[Destiny system has been activated. Get closer to people with strong destiny and strengthen your own destiny!][Sub-function: shall be unlocked soon!]After taking a look at the interface, Zick closed his eyes.“First…I should repay that chick for this wonderful gift.” Zick looked at the bandages on his waist.......{Additional tags: Age regression, Evil protagonist, cold female leads, Academy, evil organizations, conquering, war.}

He died a worthless death.An orphan mocked by his world, hated by all.Even on his death bed, mercy never found him.He was murdered in cold bloods. Drenched in his own pool of blood and with his eyes closed in death.Just when he thought his life was over.He reincarnated. into a fantasy world but as what?A DragonCreature of myth and the unknown. Transversing through the unknown world filled with magics and monsters.He who was nothing but an unfortunate orphan in his past life faces a second chance.Giving an opportunity to rewrite his fate. with malice still in his heart.Ma Feng walks the path of the unknown. but with challenges in his path.Through his research, Ma Feng realizes how deep this fantasy world is.His goal of returning back to his original world is being hindered by the abstract forces.His hopes of returning back with his newly acquired powers is being disrupted by the secrets of the unknown.In hopes of uncovering the secrets that would facilitate his return back to his original world.Ma Feng must locate the remnants of the Dragon species, uncovering the mysteries of Dragon Magics.Despite his determination to return. Fate has something in store for him.And the truth of his existence shall be revealed.This is the path of an OverlordThis was a time he Reincarnated as a Dragon!

The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death.

As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me?

Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else.

The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me.

The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death.

My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear?

Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this time appear before me. “DEATH”, in the pale blue font the game always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long time of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over. I had died. This was the end of my story.

Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat.

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