The Game of Global Mining - Chapter 525 - 388: Searching for the Evil God

She died with her eyes wide open, waiting by the river for three days and three nights, only to be greeted not by her husband, but by her benefactor. As she looked at the blurred figure, her heart was deeply moved, and she silently made a vow: if she could be reborn, she would definitely marry him!… Later, she really was reborn.

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“I should've at least experienced sex once”Plummeting towards the ground with all his limbs severed, Eren thought, regretting never having experienced the pleasure of the flesh.His life flashed before him at his final movements, remembering him the hardships that he had experienced until now.The movement when he witnessed the ashes left behind by the raging flames that set his homeland ablaze, the movement when his hand was slashed off, the time when he helplessly watched his master sacrificing herself, Eren couldn't help but remember all the sufferings that he had gone through in a world that deemed him unfit for greatness.But despite the constant discouragement from those around him, Eren refused to give up and had desperately held onto his life, mastering the skills needed for his survival.However, fate had other plans for him.'The weak don't have the right to choose how they die,' Eren remembered the words of a dear friend as he felt helpless in his last movements.But refusing to give in to the plans of fate, he swallowed an artifact knowing nothing about it as he fell towards the depth of the cliff.A fitting end for a Ruined Noble!That's what Eren thought as he fell to his death, but something inside him moved.[ Searching for powers..… ]– Abyssal greed –– Power and tenacity ––Talentless persistence –And Eren….Before he could realize what happened, he was in the body of his younger self.With the Pendragon family still standing and his loved ones alive, he couldn't help but feel like this was his chance to finally challenge fate and rewrite his story.Follow Eren in this tale of regret, redemption and rebirth.

Transmigration.The word still hit Regal like a cold splash of water - a reminder of how his old life, against all his wild imagination, had ended in the least cinematic way possible.No heroic sacrifice. No tearful goodbyes. Not even a poetic monologue.Just… poof.Lights out, curtains down, and show over.Yet, here he was, still alive.Regal Seraphsail - same name, same dreams, but in a world fourteen years into the past.New packaging, though.It was December 2009, in a world that was almost - but not quite - Earth.Then, there was The System.It rewarded him with skills, scripts, and creativity, all tailored to help him become the greatest storyteller this world had ever seen.For Regal, it was the perfect tool.Because, with or without it, Regal’s singular dream had always been cinema - and he will achieve it this time.From writing world-changing stories to directing films that redefined the industry, Regal was determined to become the biggest figure Hollywood had ever seen.His first step?Penning a book called＜Harry Potter＞and watching it take the world by storm.=====Points to be noted:- This is a Parallel World. With different people, different backgrounds, and different ages. So, expect plenty of unexpected surprise cameos of celebrities.- No Harem (OC Female Lead).- The MC is not a money driven person, but he understands the practical need for success to bring his visions to life.- Don’t expect an overly realistic portrayal of Hollywood’s dark side, other issues, or any overly grim themes.- I am here to write a fun and entertaining story, not to delve into anything beyond that or political themes.=====If you are enjoying the story and want to read early chapters, consider supporting me on Patreon!–> /OrgoWritersI will be posting this story on RoyalRoad, AO3, and ScribbleHub.….

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”