Universal Power System - Chapter 180 Two Choices

“I can’t accept this! I can’t! Even as a ghost, I’m going to spend eternity cursing that your relationship will shatter like glass! Break apart like a pair of mandarin ducks that fly away from each other!” With such a persisting obsession, it would be difficult for the vengeful departed spirit to move on.

Ji Man had only read a light novel to pass the time, but she was unexpectedly pulled into a very strange dream. She had become the novel’s most vicious villainess.

The novel rewinds to the beginning. The villainess that had been ordered to commit suicide reappears onto the stage and begins to follow the plot as she walks toward the novel’s ending once again, to a courtyard deep inside a marquis’s residence. A female lead that’s like the Holy Mother. Countless cannon fodders. The imperial family’s favor…

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Disclaimer:The characters, settings, locations, and images used in this fanfic are the property of their respective creators and/or copyright holders.This fanfic is a non-profit work, created solely for entertainment purposes, with no intention of infringing any copyright.—Synopsis:Aiden was killed by a woman who stabbed him for unknown reasons.Upon losing his life, he encountered a mysterious cosmic entity that offered him a deal:Protect a world from invaders for 100 years, and in return, receive a second chance at life.Without hesitation, Aiden accepted the agreement.For a century, he fought bravely to defend that world.Finally, after fulfilling his part of the deal, he left that place behind and moved on to a new destiny, now with the incredible gifts he had acquired over all that time.—Main World:High School DxD and some slice-of-life anime.Other Worlds:- Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni—Tags:#Date A Live#High School DxD#Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni#Neutral-Good Protagonist#Faction Creation#Sacred Gear Creation#Harem#No Yuri#No Netorare / NTR#Parallel World

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”