My Master Only Breaks Through on the Edge of Death - Chapter 34 - : Crafting the Sword Box

I spent my life playing a game.
I hit the wall, stuck in second place for the rest of my life.

Out of the blue, I received a message and was possessed by the game.
As the worthless son of an Underworld Boss!

“Yes, bloodline is also a power, as long as you can use it. My ability is ‘Famiglia’.”

The game addict never disappears. Overwhelming violence, endless wealth, connections in the other world. I, I’ll use anything to stay alive!

I thought I would live a better life in my second lifetime. Unbelievably, I’ve reincarnated into a slime that rolls around on the ground. Anyway, this is my precious new life, so I must work hard.

Before her rebirth, she was abandoned by her parents, used, and ultimately killed by her manipulative, fake sister. After being reborn, she kicked all the trash to the curb and punished those who deserved it.Rumors spread online that Qin Sheng was being kept as a mistress?A group of computer geeks declared, “Let’s hack those keyboard warriors’ computers.”The top director asked, “Boss, have you finished writing the script?”A renowned medical expert said, “Sheng Sheng, our research institute is offering you a hundred million yuan. When can you come over?”A famous painter pleaded, “Sister Sheng, could you take me under your wing when you host your art exhibition?”The CEO of a billion-dollar company inquired, “Boss, when will you reveal your true identity?”Finally, a powerful figure pulled Qin Sheng into his arms, saying, “Sheng Sheng, I’ve transferred all my assets to you.”Netizens: ?? Is this world turning into a fantasy?She is a business prodigy, a computer genius, a legendary screenwriter, a celebrated painter, and a renowned doctor. Watch how she creates an era of prosperity and brilliance.(The male lead has a built-in talent for spotting fake people and spoils the female lead endlessly, with no limits!)

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.