Ms. Doctor Divine - Chapter 2682 - : Sky Sect 8

When I entered for the Film Academy, the examiner arranged a crying scene for me. I pinched my thighs blue but still no tears came out, but now, oh.

Chen You held a cigarette with his mouth, give me ten seconds, I can cry like a dog, a dead dog.

444: Film Emperor, it’s time to go to the next set.

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At the tender age of 14, a seemingly random but prodigious student experienced an extraordinary awakening of his talent. This momentous event also coincided, whether by fate or design, with the resurgence of his memories from a past life.

Yet, these newly recovered memories brought an overwhelming despair. He realized that he had been living as a mere extra character in the popular 'Return as Strongest Player' novel.

In a twist of fate, he discovered the activation of an enigmatic 'Another System,' adding an even deeper layer of complexity to his predicament.

How would an extra character navigate such a dire threat to his very existence?

As he braved these trials and tribulations, he unraveled a mystery surrounding the cryptic 'Another System.'

But the greatest surprise still awaited him – a revelation that would not only shed light on the truth behind his reincarnation but also unveil the grand machinations of the Primordial God.

The question remained, what lay beyond this earth-shattering revelation?

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