President, go away! - Chapter 1483

Reincarnating into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, he became Gojo Satoshi, the twin brother of the strongest sorcerer, Gojo Satoru. That should mean he’s destined to be the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer, right?Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Nearly killed by Satoru in the womb, his cursed energy was devoured before he was even born. But at that moment, he awakened the [Shinigami Fusion System].Since he couldn’t become a Jujutsu sorcerer, he would forge a new path, a Shinigami with Heavenly Restriction!Thus, Gojo Satoshi, born without cursed energy yet possessing the legendary Six Eyes, became the true nemesis of Jujutsu sorcerers.

I transmigrated into a novel that I was reading.“But of all people, why did it have to be Kamon Vade?!”The problem here is this: the character I transmigrated as was a third-rate villain who appeared at the beginning of the original story, but after he had been accused of attacking the imperial princess, he disappeared and left the stage.“Haah, fine. The novel never said that I died anyway. So, I just need to somehow hold out and endure in the academy, right?”But…Maybe because I refused to exit the novel, ‘death’ keeps following me around.‘Motherfxxxer, this is like the fantasy novel version of Final Destination!’Damn it, I have to survive somehow.And I will! No matter what!

Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal.

Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal?

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”

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