The Villain Wants to Live - Chapter 280: Interpretation (2)

“If you intended to die anyway, don't die quietly like a pussy! Go out in a fucking blaze of glory!”That was the statement that changed my world forever.I was a loser in life. I died and got reincarnated into a Revenant. Revenants were people who defended the living from the dead. In exchange for a second life, they had one task and were blessed with one cheat ability.The task? To kick as much zombie ass as possible.Unfortunately, my cheat just made me “Rewind”. It didn't give me super strength, speed or the ability to fly. Hell, it didn't even give me a way to fight!Without any way to kill zombies, I nearly died on my first day on the job! Back then I remember crying and puking all over the place like a little bitch.But while I started out like a little bitch, I didn't stay one.Dying full of regrets changed me you see. So much so that I made a promise.I refused to repeat my mistakes when I was human. Reborn as a Revenant, I will never bow down to anyone ever again.Unfortunately, these Revenant bastards were old school. Like they hacked zombies with swords and all that crap old school. As a man born in the USA, I saw no reason why I needed to follow their outdated way of thinking.The modern world had the superpower of gun powder and lead. So instead of swords, I came after every zombie I saw with guns. Like countries in the middle east, I proceeded to blow the motherfuckers to kingdom come.And surprisingly because of “Rewind”, I found out I could never run out of ammunition.$200 for each kill. Hefty bonus for each area of hell liberated.What scared normal people shitless suddenly allowed me to earn millions every day. The richer I got the more “Freedom” I could unleash! Mortars, tank, air strikes to even nukes. Backed by modern science and technology, I slowly but surely drove the undead back.Along the way, I met and saved seven heavenly beauties. And all of them fell in love with me.They were a little obsessive, scratch that, they were all fucking insane. My precious harem was comprised of nothing but Yanderes in every sense of the word. Still, I would willingly burn the entire world for just one of them.For when I called, only my battle harem answered.And that was even before I learned of another secret.Exchanging bodily fluids with my girls gave me their cheats. Suddenly, in contrast to every Revenant in the world who only had one, I alone wielded eight. One from each girl plus my own.And so unfolded my 2nd life.Which eventually became my legend.Who am I you ask?I was born as John Smith.But these days not even my girls use that name.Both on Earth and in Hell everyone else just calls me Limitless.And I am the Strongest Revenant.

After losing his job, Bai Liu became involved with an unstoppable horror live streaming game full of various monsters and players with killer intent.

Initially, everyone thought Bai Liu was just an ordinary person who strayed into the game.

Later, they realized it was this game that welcomed its god with victory and a laurel crown. It said to Bai Liu, “Welcome home.”

Crossing into the anime world and have a rescue system that will pop out a quest suddenly.

Can I get items and abilities after completion?

Do I have to travel to another world?

But before that Yuuki needs to save the world of otaku? Even though he is a Yakuza?

Everything start from here.

(This synopsis looked like the one from my Hitotose Note).

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.