Villain's Rising - Chapter 137 137. So Be It

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.

Frank, a mercenary known for his cold ruthlessness, decides it’s time to leave the bloody world of the underworld behind. But the underworld has no plans of letting him go. Relentless enemies from his violent past keep hunting him, and eventually, they succeed—Frank is killed.But fate has other plans. Instead of staying dead, he is mysteriously reincarnated into the body of a cop in a world filled with crime, corruption, and dark secrets. With the help of a strange, all-knowing system, Frank is given the chance to live again—this time, to prevent crime before it happens.

Do you believe in destiny？

Zhao Yuan made a bet with the guys in his dorm. If he successfully made Chen Wanxin, the most attractive girl in their university, his girlfriend within 3 months, the guys would give him their No.23 jersey with Jordan’s personal signature on it.

Chen Wanxin found Lin Wenxi, a roommate of Zhao Yuan, somewhat attractive when she first met this elegant pretty boy in the university.

One night, when the students gathered and played games, Chen Wanxin asked Lin Wenxi to kiss her, but Lin Wenxi just left her on the spot alone in front of everyone and put her in an awkward situation. After that, when Zheng Kai asked Chen Wanxin to be his girlfriend, Chen Wanxin made a deal with him. “Help me bend Lin Wenxi. Make him fall for you and then dump him.”

Gradually, Chen Wanxin found herself falling in love with Zhao Yuan, but to her surprise, Zhao Yuan really seemed to have a thing for Lin Wenxi. She had no choice but to turn to Mo Qian, a mysterious and powerful man who had some connection with her family.

Because of the interference of Mo Qian, more and more dust-laden secrets were revealed.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?