MTL - The Strongest Sect of All Times (Eternal Strongest Sect) - Chapter 25 Blood splatter 3 feet!

{Author Of Old-World Extra}There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died.I went out in the dumbest, most ridiculous way possible; even a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight.But hey, that wasn’t even the weird part. Not by a long shot.For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some “Villain” in a faraway land.Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd “Villain.” And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed.This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar.One that grew into a Seeker, then a Magi, then a Professor, and then...A Sultan.The one ruler of the entire world.Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done.Fate seemed hellbent on ending me, no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up...A Script appeared before my mind’s eye.{Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?}{Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?}{Would you like to become a True King?}{If so, repeat after me…}It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear.“BASSORĀH!”Many paths came together.—This is a story about suffering. Anger. And Forgiveness.Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

Before leaving he lay on the hospital bed, with a faint light flashing in his eyes. He looked at the man on the screen with a cold expression but a sad look in his eyes. He laughed in a hoarse voice and said, “I’ve gone, and I’ve taken away the emotion imposed on you. After that… You’re free.”

Then, he closed his eyes, leaving a radiant legend for generations after.

However, he did not know that at the moment his hand dropped, the man who had been programmed by him for a lifetime looked stunned, and then like a madman wanted to break out.

However, the virtual him could only stand at the opposite end of the screen, collapsing as he roared….

After waking up, Bai Ruogu found himself reborn, he became an unimpressive third-rate star in the interstellar future.

He was going to live a day at a time until he turned on his smart bracelet and asked his system, “What’s your name?”

“Ah Miao.” The familiar voice made him pause.

“Which Miao?”

“Miao of Muse.” A mechanical, cold voice came from the bracelet.

(T/N: Muse in Chinese is written as: 缪斯 and Miao is the character: 缪)

Bai Ruogu froze: “Su Miao?”

The bracelet flickered and emitted a flash of light for a moment, and the entire interstellar’s artificial intelligence all collapsed……

……

The reborn Bai Ruogu seemed as though he had cheats turned on.

Faced with black material –

Other stars: Forget it, put up with it.

Bai Ruogu: Before he could say anything, his boyfriend had already followed the net to find the rumor monger and hunted down the evidence to send a lawyer’s letter.

Faced with a black fan siege –

Other stars: Collapse overwhelmed.

Bai Ruogu: His boyfriend opened millions of accounts to go against the black powder online. He tore them apart for three days and three nights until they fell to the ground and frothed on the spot.

Faced with fan CP –

Other stars: see if the other party is popular. If they’re trending, it’s OK. If not, it’s better

to say goodbye.

Bai Ruogu: Sorry, this message simply cannot be sent at all.

Other stars: ……

Little theatre.

Friend: My old attack may be in kindergarten.

Young master: My old attack is 100,000 light years away.

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