When The Phone Rings - Chapter 31

This world is Heaven.

Because this world has everything you dream of, everything you wish for.

This world is Hell.

Because everyone in this world are parts of a never-ending massacre.

Are you fighting to survive, or fighting to come home?

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Life, at times, can be quite unpredictable. But who could have thought it would be to this extent? It's unlikely that any sane person would imagine that in a single day, fate would grant them the chance to witness the end of one world and the opportunity to save another. But is that what our main character truly wants? That is an entirely different question...___________Gain early access to new chapters and support my work on Patreon:patreon.com/nitwishIt's a tale of my attempts to go off the rails of canon and write something distinctly different from it, though I only managed to diverge more or less by the 21st chapter. Some arcs will be reworked, some will remain unchanged, and some will be completely rewritten or cut out. However, the overall plot is unlikely to change. In places, I will alter things for my own convenience. Also, the world's “system” will be severely trimmed down, as I'm not a fan of systems and all those numbers. Something like that.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal.

Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal?

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