Devourer - Chapter 163: Gambled and Lost

After dedicating her life and curing the sick male protagonist, Jin Hua realized that she was living in a book, and she was the female cannon fodder who burned herself and illuminated others.

Since her death, the male protagonist finally learned to love himself and others, and then tearfully spoiled the female protagonist who was six or seven similar to her, becoming a model couple that everyone envied.

After the rebirth, Jin Hua didn’t want to sacrifice herself to pave the way for others, and took the initiative to hug the thigh of the villain Bamboo Horse, the man who forced herself to be the villain for her, and was finally made insane by the combination of the hero and heroine.

In this life, Jin Hua only wants to stay away from the plot line of the hero and heroine. The goal in life is to chase after Jian Huaiyu, love Jian Huaiyu, and love Jian Huaiyu.

Jian Huaiyu’s life creed is: love Jinhua, love Jinhua, or love Jinhua, love her to heaven.

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- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

When a person dies, they either die light as a feather (aka unimportant) or heavy as Mt. Tai (aka very important).