Swordmaster’s Youngest Son - Chapter 429

Yu Li and her boyfriend had known each other for four years and had been together for three. They were deeply in love.Her boyfriend was gentle and considerate. Apart from being a little too clingy, lacking a sense of security, and always dragging her to watch horror movies, he had no other flaws. They were about to get married when a car accident took both their lives.After death, she transmigrated into a book.The good news? Her boyfriend transmigrated too.The bad news? He lost his memory.The even worse news? Some entity calling itself a “system” told her that her boyfriend was originally the villain of this world.And not just any villain—he was a twisted, obsessive, and deeply dark antagonist, completely fixated on the female lead.This world operated on eerie, supernatural rules. The protagonists would be pulled into horror movie scenarios at night to complete survival missions. If their performance scores were too low, their lives would be at risk.And her little boyfriend was already teetering on the edge of danger.Yu Li fell silent.Amnesia, transmigration, and an infinite flow survival game.Now that’s what you call stacking buffs.—The first time she entered a horror scenario, she became the neighbor of the protagonist group. When the male and female leads came over for a visit, her gaze landed on the second-floor window of the house across the street, and she silently curled her lips into a smile.That night, a mu*derous ghost who had claimed countless lives turned into a wisp of smoke and slipped into her home, lying gently beside her. Lowering its head, it inhaled her scent like an addict, utterly intoxicated.“You smell so good… I want to eat you up… So good…”

After his struggle against disease for a decade, the main character dies. However, he revives and became younger in a different world.

The main support of the main character’s heart during his battle against the disease is a TV program about leisure farming.

In his second life in a different world, he’s going to try farming.

Common things like different world transition and domestic affairs?

This will have no big climax.

This is going to be frantic.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…