The Police Called Me For The Filing, Revealing Me, A Master - Chapter 1035 - : Dao Ancestor Comes Out of Seclusion, New Hope (2)

“I will look up into the sky on this wasteland and fight for our civilization!”Xu Mo was accidentally transmigrated to an apocalyptic world. He quickly learned that his parents had just passed away and he was being hunted.Not only that, but his only uncle was trying to take away the money his parents had left for him.In order to protect himself and his younger sister, he steeled his heart and decided to walk down the dangerous Path of Evolution.“Energy, magnetic field, dark matter, radiation… All of these are now known as Source Power!”By absorbing the Source Power, one could evolve their body, activate uncharted brainpower, awaken abilities, and even create weapons.One could even travel through the vast universe if they got powerful enough.For Xu Mo, who had just started to absorb Source Power, he started to realize that he could see things that others could not.

This novel is also named “The game I got is different from yours” | “Game is different, what to do” | “Every time the target is the big BOSS” | “Why is the BOSS of Horror games always the most handsome?” | “They are running for their lives, I am falling in love”… and so on.

The protagonist is a slave to beautiful faces – he likes good-looking people, can’t say no to a pretty visage, and is filled with thoughts of love. One day he bound with a target-attack system where he can travel from world to world and experience love with the most handsome (key point!) target!

The number of players in each game is not set. The protagonist has only one target – the most handsome one. As he falls in love, he realizes… the other players perhaps, maybe, probably… have Horror? Survival? Escape-type games?

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One day, a gallery appeared before my eyes.…And then I was able to see who wrote in the gallery.All the heroines are ‘virg*ns’.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.