Tatakau Shisho - Volume 9, Chapter 3: The Conspirator and the Melancholic Tyrant

As an Immortal Emperor in his previous life, Liu Wuxie was one of the strongest existences in the world. But in a battle over the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron with the other Immortal Emperors, Liu Wuxie was forced to self-detonate at the end.

Upon waking up, he found himself in the True Martial Continent, in the body of a wastrel with the same name. He was looked down upon as the wastrel son-in-law. But using his knowledge as an Immortal Emperor, Liu Wuxie gradually rose to being the all-mighty existence he once was.

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The last subject of the college entrance examination, comprehensive science, suddenly became the basic knowledge of Eudemons!
Sitting behind the desk, Chen Qiyue looked blank.
hehehehehe
Looking at the contents of this test paper and the students around him who were busy writing, the corners of Chen Qiyue’s mouth twitched.
He must be dreaming.
Otherwise, the world is crazy!
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Inside the Phantom Beast Breeding House,
“Sir, which one do you want to buy?” the waitress asked weakly.
Chen Qiyue pointed to one of the phantom beast eggs, “I want it!”
“Okay, I’ll take it off for you.”
“Wait! I choose this one!”
Chen Qiyue pointed to another egg.
“Okay, do you want to change it?”
“hold on!”
Receptionist: …
half an hour later,
Chen Qiyue happily embraced the black-and-white Laqiu in his arms, and left with the blue-spotted egg.
The female receptionist suddenly turned pale, her legs became weak, she fell to the ground, and began to cry.
This person is too bad, he deliberately pointed out all these phantom beast eggs.
Chen Qiyue spread his hands, who made my golden finger have to be like this…
Heck, I’m a decent person!

- Description from novelbuddy

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.

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