The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld - Chapter 48

She pulled the trigger.Time shattered.And somehow… I survived.Kentaro Takamiya thought he was just another broke college student.Until the day a silver-haired girl appeared in his classroom, froze the world… and nearly erased him from existence.Now he’s the only human ever to survive contact with an Alberline.Beautiful, mysterious girls whose emotions are so powerful they can bend time, space, and reality itself.Some, like Halcyon, believe Alberlines can be saved.Others, like Cradle, see them as living weapons that must be destroyed.And then there’s Spire, a private force moving in the shadows, willing to burn nations to harness Alberline power for their own secret ends.Kentaro’s caught in the middle, with one impossible mission:Enter their minds.Make them fall for him… enough to save the world.And stop their emotions from tearing it apart.But with each connection, the truth unravels.The memories he’s lost begin to surface.Factions close in around him.And someone in the shadows is watching his every move, waiting for their moment to strike.Because Kentaro isn’t just syncing with Alberlines.He’s becoming something else.And if he loses control…it won’t just be his mind that breaks.It’ll be reality itself.

“Please, I implore you to save the world.” This is what a goddess in white says to me in a pure-white space. Such is the standard line that suggests the game is about to begin. Please say this stirring line to boys and girls with sparkling eyes! It’s wrong to direct it to someone like me, who’s exhausted from job hunting! When I declined her politely, she flew into a fit of tears; when I agreed to assist her on small tasks out of reflex, she proclaimed: “it’ll be fine if you just help in the Starting-Village Arc. Please guide the Hero!” Then she tossed me into another world. No, this is a world modeled after a game that this gamer goddess likes…

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

After the hard struggle of a post-80s Shen Feiyang, he met with a tragic car accident in his fifties. When he again opened his eyes, he did not see the white walls of a hospital, nor had he arrived at the netherworld. Instead, he had transmigrated into the body of the post-50s young girl, Shen Yunfang.He had transmigrated into an era where people could not get enough to eat or sufficient clothes to wear.Humph, such hardships could not defeat a wise woman who had battled through society for half her life. Watch as she, with a chicken in her left hand and a duck in her right, carries a chubby baby on her back and sings triumphantly along the way.