The land of winding. Infinite city. Zenitsu's sword.
Zhuo Yue knelt in front of the good-for-nothing junior brother he had never seen before, and before he could even finish a complete sentence, he turned into ashes.
This is the entire ending of his last life.
Then he woke up.
Or a human body. It's still the Taoist temple in Momoyama. Nothing has happened yet. Grandpa is still alive, Zenitsu is still crying in the corner practicing his sword, and none of the options that would lead him to a dead end have yet appeared.
This time, he doesn't want to become a ghost. It wasn't because he suddenly had a conscience, it was because he lost by becoming a ghost. He does not want to kneel before anyone. Don't be decapitated by a knife again. Don't go through the humiliation of being crushed to your core again.
In this life, he only lives for himself.
No whitewashing. Don't look back. Owe no one.
He wants to win.
Win by any means necessary.
Purpose: Rebuild yourself from the ashes.
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Everyone@Happy National Day [rainbow fart][rainbow fart]
This time Xingxin has four retired players, including the eldest grandson, there are five. The lineup is so strong.
Everyone@Happy National Day [rainbow fart][rainbow fart]
This time Xingxin has four retired players, including the eldest grandson, there are five. The lineup is so strong.