The Villain's Face Slapping Counterattack - Chapter 43.1

Stranded in a world not his own, in a body not his own, Kaden finds himself stuck as a low rank marine in treacherous waters in the middle of an ocean where only the strongest can survive and a count down until a war that would shake the oceans and the very world itself erupts, where the kings of the sea will devour the chum. Gamer System. Insert.

An ordinary high school student wakes up in the World of Gods—a realm where divine power decides life and death. He has no allies, no strength, and one relentless enemy hunting him at every step.But this boy is no ordinary prey. With sharp intellect and careful observation, he begins to analyze his enemies, predict their moves, and turn even the smallest advantage into a deadly strategy. Every encounter becomes a game of wit, every choice a calculated risk.As he navigates a world of gods, betrayals, and hidden conspiracies, he learns that strength alone cannot save him—but a clever mind can rewrite fate. To survive, to grow, and to eventually challenge the most powerful beings, he must outthink every opponent… before they outthink him.In a world ruled by omnipotent beings, only the one who plans several steps ahead can rise.

The outbreak of an unknown virus infection has turned the city of Hanghai into a living hell. The people infected have turned into scary zombies. Three months ago, Qin An’s wife divorced him and told him that the virus was about to spread and that Hanghai city was about to become a quarantine area, leaving him with a pile of supplies. Three months later, he has slowly healed his wounds from the divorce, and now he’s thinking about how to live.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”