Gospel of Blood - Chapter 626 : Greetings, True Ancestor!

Lin Yi transmigrated into the world of Xianxia and found himself bound with a Supreme Downloading System. For a man who could not be more ordinary, he began his trip to the pinnacle of life.

Qin Shiwu grew up listening to his parents’ love stories from an early age.

He learned that his mother was known as a beautiful, gentle and virtuous Omega at school.

He learned that his father was known as a talented and courteous scholar Alpha.

Rumor has it that when they were in high school, they fell in love at first sight, became a harmonious couple and never had a single quarrel.

Once he transmigrated, he went sixteen years back to the time when his parents were still in high school and became a little fool who was bullied by everyone.

Who will tell him——

This person who grabbed him by the neck and shoved him to the ground! The super as*hole school bully who can’t get 100 points in all nine subjects is his father?!

That cold, unfeeling, kaolin flower, iceberg person, the most alpha Alpha in the whole school whom no one dares approach within a 500-mile radius is his mother???

Wait, mom! Were you so wild when you were young? You’re pretending to be an alpha!

Wait, Dad!! That’s your wife!! Is it really okay for you to fight with him now!!

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A man betrayed by a comrade dies a wretched death as a third rate swordsman. His existence, his life, his emotions are all a nuisance in the eyes of society. But wait… What’s this green skin? Reincarnated as a goblin? Wait, I went back in time as well?

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.