Above the Galaxy - Chapter 20 - 16: Left eye twitching means fortune, right eye twitching means disaster!

The most successful businessman of his time, who started from being a homeless orphan, died indignantly because of being plotted against by his most trusted aid, his own brother.

Shen Herong, as the most capable handsome boy on the Red Street, is bound to the best male god system.
This journey was supposed to slap the villain in the face crazily, step on the protagonist, and reach the pinnacle of life, but things always went wrong.
#Who is the person who just received the protection fee for the hero and heroine? #
#Who threatened the high IQ villain to do his homework for him? #
#去女朋友家庭Who is the one who recommends himself as a little boy? #
Sorry, as a former bigwig on the red street, Shen Herong said: I have already washed my hands.
It is impossible to counterattack. Only by lying down and winning can you barely maintain your life.
The same type of male protagonist’s point of view “Extreme Male God [Quick Time Travel]” and “Super Male God [Quick Time Travel]”, you can watch it~

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For the sake of the world, the Protagonist must die.“I... I think I like--”Whether you’re just a girl who fell in love with the wrong person.“N-no...! If I can go back... just one more time...!”A man who regresses to save the world.“Hero... Please, kill yourself.”Or a destined Hero chosen by the Goddess Herself to kill the Demon Lord.No matter what your purpose is, no matter who you are.Even if the whole world and everyone close turns against me...[The target, ‘■■, the Hero’, has been dispatched.][Contract complete.]...The Protagonist cannot be allowed to live.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.