The Demon's Soul - Chapter 57 Waste of time- Part 1

Died in the end times war, reborn as a commoner’s daughter in an ancient official’s family. The family scheming belongs to others, the fighting for favor belongs to others. Li Xia’s daily routine is just asking for monthly allowances from her auntie to spend on eating, drinking, watching opera, and living a carefree life.

After accidentally saving someone during the Lantern Festival, Li Xia’s carefree life is gone. During the day, she is a young lady of an official’s house who does not step out of the main or secondary gates, at night, she turns into a righteous hero who punishes villains and eliminates evils.

This novel is also known as Retrograde Gaming

Due to not being able to buy a game helmet, diabolical Li Huailin made a determined effort and made his own game capsule entering into the new online game 《Heart of Glory》. But he didn’t think that he actually got his game character stuck as a bug.

Other people get experience from fighting monsters, he loses experience from fighting monster; Other people get experience and money from doing quests, not only does he lose experience from doing quests, he even loses money.

Right when he thought that he couldn’t play this game anymore, his character died once and his experience suddenly skyrocketed. And thus he was enlightened…

If you don’t seek death then you won’t die, to level up Li Hailin started his life of desperately seeking death.

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

“I can’t believe my eyes. The ice lord actually kissed a man. God, help me!”