The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress - Chapter 34: The Era of Face-Slapping Rebirth of a Woman

“Ding ~ Host has been killed, experience + 100.”

“Ding ~ The Host despises the strong, imposing manner + 100.”

“Ding ~ Host has consumed a point, you have received a modern hand grenade!”

You can cut me, but can you not cut my face? He had to rely on his face to survive!

Ye Fan had traveled through a fantasy world filled with slaughter. The system told him that he could live forever!

You are an Earth Divine Realm expert? Sorry, kill him! Are you a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign? In my eyes, it’s too trashy!

Indestructible! This world is vast and boundless, and I am the king!

- Description from Novelupdates

After transmigrating into a beast world, Rong Mingshi discovered that the people of this world experienced widespread mania. For example, when their emotions were abnormally agitated, they would become destructive beasts. If their emotions were abnormally low, they would shrink into their young beast form.

There is a type of energy stone that can cure this but it must be hand-carved into the animal form corresponding to the beastman. The more realistic the shape, the better the healing effect and the higher the repeated utilization rate.

In his previous life, Rong Mingshi’s ancestors started as craftsmen who grew their business and became wealthy.

Then a small store suddenly popped up on the Star Network, selling several small sculptures made with superb skill. The effect of the energy stone to soothe emotions could be felt through the screen and stirred up a sensation in the entire empire. However, this store owner was super lazy…

- Description from novelupdates

Seol Woon-hwi, the Blood Heaven’s Righteous Blade, rose to power, becoming second to none under the heavens, reigning just beneath the sky itself.Yet, at the height of absolute power, he finds himself returned to his past—back to his days as the scorned illegitimate child of the Everlasting Snow Palace.

One day, I woke up only find out that I’d become a Demon Lord, an individual responsible for protecting a dungeon. The world I’d been spirited away to was one filled with violence. Gigantic monsters wandered through it and competed with each other each and every day for the right to survive. I had no choice but to strengthen my dungeon’s defenses in hopes of living another day—or at least that was what I’d thought. For some odd reason, I instead ended up spending my days in relaxation and bliss.