Rebirth of the Nephilim - Chapter 384: The Chaos of Battle

I...AM...MOB CHARACTER!!!Sigh~My name is Samael, I was an office sla- I mean a worker who worked 9 to 5. It was a daily routine of monotony until one fateful day when I went home only to find my best friend with my girlfriend. Betrayal was the first thing I felt, followed by rage.And after taking ‘care’ of them, My surroundings changed…Looking at my reflection in a mirror, I noticed my appearance had changed. Gone was the face of the disgruntled office worker; instead, “SAMAEL ASHWOOD!!!” a character from a novel I used to read. But this wasn't just any character; I had become him—the sacrificial best friend of the protagonist who was betrayed and died in just the first two chapters.PROTAGONIST DIED!?[Heavenly Destiny System Initializing...][...]

Author Note: This story is only for those who like reading about overpowered protagonists, as our MC is going to be more than just overpowered.He is going to thrash anyone who comes in his way while enjoying his life.Also, it's a world travel novel; for those who have an interest in world travelling.................................................................The story is about a person who has lived through many lives, seen incredible things, and become one of the strongest if not the strongest beings around. Although he struggles to remember his past, he is determined to grow even stronger by utilizing his personal system as that would bring back his memories. He has one main mission - to enjoy life to the fullest - and he is absolutely committed to achieving it.Follow through the journey as he becomes the strongest (again?) and regains his memory while also enjoying his life along with his system and some other people.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”