I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work - Chapter 74

Betrayed and used, Adam Palestar was a man that dedicated ten years of his life to reach the top in the game—Mortal Online—where the strong rule and weak are abused. It was a game where a single death meant the loss of all the hard work. In the end, he died in a way that was common in this game—betrayed by his closest companions—but he never expected that to happen to him.Now, reborn and regressed back to his younger self, he has a second chance—failure is not an option.

[WPC DEC & JAN 2023 [Fantasy] WINNER!]_________[Talent: Future Seer]The path to immortality is always a cruel one to tread.In a world where the Wizard reigns supreme and spells are everything.Watch Aur’s journey as he walks down the path of immortality, albeit not in a conventional manner.Muscles!With the muscle system in hand, he forges a path for himself, slaughtering all his enemies with a punch. But in this world filled with schemes, can he reach the pinnacle or will he perish falling into the spiral of schemes?……[Scene from the Novel]“Aren't you supposed to be an ordinary wizard? How are you so strong?” The man muttered as the very earth crumbled, and the mountains behind him split with the sheer pressure of the giant fist descending on him.There was no surprise the man was crushed into meat paste. Aur looked at the distant sun.“Throughout Heaven and Earth, I have the strongest muscle,” Aur shouted as countless shadows appeared in the corner of his vision.“You are going to die today,” The tone was cold and unforgiving, with countless figures appearing one by one.“You cannot re-establish the Laws of this universe again.”

A young man finally managed to become an immortal, a powerful cultivator able to lord over millions of souls. He took advantage of his tremendous luck and fortune to become the youngest immortal in history. He now wants to create his own sect and enjoy life, one filled with female disciples!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.