
Three Years Left to Live
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Shen Zhao traveled through time. He was transformed into a cannon fodder villain in a fantasy novel who couldn't survive more than three chapters - his Dantian was crippled, his body was cursed with a soul-eating curse, and he was left to die in a woodshed. Everyone thought he was finished. The elder brother stepped on his face and said, "Trash should behave like trash." The elder sent him to the ring as cannon fodder. The entire sect was waiting to see how he would die. But no one knew that beneath the barren mountain he was guarding, there was a truth that had been tampered with for ten thousand years. The Sui Emperor's bloodline awakened in his body, and the ancient inheritance gave him the power to overturn everything - at the cost of burning his lifespan. Every time he becomes stronger, the number of days he lives is shortened. He shattered the pride of his elder brother with one punch in the sect competition, broke the seal from the Immortal Alliance's pursuit, and awakened the ancient army that had been sleeping for thousands of years. He stood in front of the two armies, in front of thirty thousand monks, and returned a buried civilization to the people of the world. When the demon from outside the territory comes, everyone is asking: How can a loser with less than three years left to fight against the despair of the Mahayana period? What he relied on was the ninth tactic of Suihuang's Nine Jue - the Heavenly Dao Jue. Trade life for life, burn the sky with blood. But what Shen Zhao didn't expect was that when he burned everything and sat in a wheelchair with gray hair, the little junior sister who once only dared to secretly send him steamed buns would hold his hand and say: "Brother, that's enough. You've done enough." This is not a story about a loser's comeback. This is a story about "how long a person is willing to burn himself for the world."
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