I.. Am God? - Chapter 32 Anyone That Dared To Be Arrogant Will Fall.

The antique market that is filled with treasures and trash.

I, Lu Li. had an agreement with the system; once the plot was completed, I could go home, but the system played me dirty.

Demanding another round, claiming the plot had gone awry.

Let’s perish together, scumbag system.

You’ll never see me endure such humiliation again.

Sadly, I didn’t die.

Filled with rage, since you won’t let me die, then I’ll make those who once shamed me, hurt me, and betrayed me in haste, pay the price.

The protagonist is not humble, not clinging…

In the new century, human beings are no longer dominated by the blue star, surrounded by monsters!

Terrible zombies roam the wilderness endlessly; mutated monsters occupy the city and are extremely vicious; there are also fierce beasts from outside the world descending on the surface and sweeping across the wilderness!

The abyss interface, the zombie universe, the outer world…

When the bonfire of human civilization was ignited again and the light of evolution illuminated the earth, people discovered that everything has just begun…

(real profile)

“I’m really not an evolutionary…”

Someone sighed helplessly.

Behind him, the evolutionaries stared blankly at Su Qi, who was stepping on the black Taoist Jade, holding the Tianmarsh Spear, opening the blue reincarnated eyes, surrounded by green flames, and had just killed the Abyss Lord with a golden sword.

“…Before you say this, move your feet away from the demon god’s face, hey!”

“Everyone is crying…”

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I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.