Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons - Chapter 437 - Tamers War - Fractured Lines

One day, the majority of humanity had a collective thought.

‘I wish the world would just collapse.’

And then, that wish came true.

Jiang Xunyi had transmigrated into a book many years ago, and always tirelessly maintained the requisite accomplishments for a villain.

After finally completing the ultra-difficult task to allow the male protagonist to kill him, an OOC warning had appeared out of the blue——

Error in the actor’s lines, the character role has collapsed, the assigned task has not yet been completed, opening the Rebirth System!

So, he gloriously became… a second idiot son about to be sent to his death.

Lazily idling away the days after changing his identity, he noticed a world-changing difference.

His best friend, the male protagonist, Yun Xie was actually secretly in love with him? Are you kidding me?!

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e Xuan transmigrated into a novel world only to discover he is the novel’s villain?

Moreover, the heroine of this world was aware of the future plot and was preparing to kill him?

Danger-!

Luckily, he awakened a system that allowed the heroine to see the plot.

“In order to save you… it didn’t matter if I was possessed by a devil!”

Heroine: He turned into the devil to save me?

“Why, you won’t listen to my explanation? Being wronged by you is like a sword piercing my heart, it’s so cold and painful.”

Heroine: What, he was wronged?

“Your sword hurt me so deeply… This life, I will not fall in love with you again.”

The heroine cried her heart out: No-!!!

“Please don’t r*pe me. This life, I would rather betray the heavens than betray you!!!!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.