Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy - Chapter 93: Where Everything Began (3)

“Honey, it’s time to take your medicine!”

The beautiful and pure saintess brought medicine to treat the wound.

On this day, he saw betrayal with his eyes, and experienced despair with his soul…

From this day on, the brave is dead, burn paper if something happens!

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The Mad Cultivator follows the tale of Ye Kong, a rude and vulgar thug from modern day China. While collecting protection fees, he was sent to another world! By the time he realized what was going on, he was possessing the body of an idiot. Watch as Ye Kong struggles against fate to climb the road to immortality!

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John sacrificed himself to protect Earth and resist the gods, only to be betrayed and killed by his best friend.To his surprise, after death, he was reborn just before the launch of the game “Gods Descend.”In this life, he vows not to let the tragedy repeat!Upon entering the game, John masters the power of reincarnation and unexpectedly awakens an SSS-level talent—“Plunder”!By killing monsters, he can plunder their attribute points; by killing boss-level elites, he can plunder their talents, skills, and special attributes.Killed a tusked wild boar: Physique +1Killed a bloodthirsty wolf: Speed +1Killed an elite boss: Gained 10 skill pointsKilled an epic boss: Gained 10 luck pointsKilled a legendary boss: Gained an S-level talent, Spell Combo...As John grows through killing, when the game merges with reality and the gods descend, they finally realize that there is an existence on Earth that they cannot provoke.John: “I will only make one move. If you survive, you may leave.”In the next second, the ultimate forbidden spell activates: Ragnarok!

I see dead people.But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special.For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living.Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit.My gift is granting wishes.I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price.I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness.But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything.After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.My name is Hattie, welcome to my world.Would you like a cup of tea?