The Extra of The Lunerra - Chapter 399 - 32: Calm Weeks

Ella has the most perfect life. A life that everyone could envy her. She has a beautiful face, a beautiful body, abundant wealth.

The most important thing to her is that she has her someone that she thinks is her soul mate.

But a betrayal makes herperfect life shattered. She was lied to, toyed with and thrown into a much worse place than hell.

She was expelled from her family and locked up in a mental hospital, a place that shatter both of her wings.

Five years later, Ella returns with one goal in life. She handed over her body to Christian, a CEO who is notorious for being the cruelest.

In exchange, Christian will help him achieve his dream: REVENGE!

I possessed the weakest character in my favorite game’s Hell Mode. I want to survive, but the way the main character is being controlled is atrocious.

It can’t be helped.

I have to stop the bad ending myself.

Imagine having the opportunity to be able to enter different worlds created by numerous novels and stories. Which kind of role would you like to play?

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.