Guardian Of The End - Chapter 164 Going Back To The Beginner’s Area

Traveling to another Blue Star, Lin Chen awakened the “Catch the tricky reselling system”. You can catch the weird, sell it to the black mine for mining, and exchange for the weird coins.

It’s a pity that there are too few strange things in this peaceful world. In this case, Lin Chen used the method of looking for a needle in a haystack to catch the strange things for more than ten years, but still very little.

Until one day, Lin Chen received a letter from a thriller game…

This time, the purchase life began.

In the ghost restaurant, the foreman, with tears in his eyes, looked at his miserable restaurant.

In the weird school, the students shivered, and the principal lit a cigarette for them. There is also a dungeon deserted village that makes all human players feel terrifying, and eventually became a real deserted village.

I don’t know when, in the world of horror, a peddler named “Uncle Chen” began to spread…

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And so Arascus, God of Pride, waited. He waited for his defeat as the forces of Heaven & Hell combined descended upon him. He waited as they tried to kill him. He waited as they locked him away. He waited for a thousand years in that dark prison.

In every story, there exists the hero and the villain, the protagonist and the antagonist.And like every story, the hero always wins, and always gets the girl.But what happens now that I died and became a villain in the last book I read? Not even a proper villain, but one that the protagonist kills in the early chapters.I don't want to die again, and I don't want that simp of a protagonist to walk all over me. Maybe I should just become a better villain.I've always admired the smart badass villains that took on the protagonist. Maybe I can be one of them, maybe I can win—the first villain to win against the hero.I'll rewrite this story into one where I become the greatest villain. Call me sick or evil, but it's my time to shine.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.