Becoming a Monster - Chapter 290: A Vengeful Zombie

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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Murong Lingran, who was originally an ancient person, accidentally traveled to the 21st century and lived for 20 years. She was killed when she was bumped and killed while trying to save her child on the way to moving house.

She returned to the ancient times and saw her original family again. Before she could rejoice, she found that she was being swept out of the house, and their family was injured and scattered, and they didn’t even have a place to live.

She clenched her fists, it doesn’t matter, there is space behind her and the omnipotent gods and beasts help, no matter how big the difficulties are. There will be money, houses, fields, manors, shops, and family reunions. It’s just that she didn’t expect that she would accidentally hug the thickest thigh, the kind that doesn’t want to be hugged.

PS: 1. This article is 1V1, overhead, the rack is very empty, please be careful to enter the party.

2. There is room in this article, and there will definitely be plots that go beyond reality. It’s fine to watch it, but if you can’t accept it, don’t enter.

3. Refuse personal attacks, or rebound.

A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor.

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He lived an average, fulfilling life and died of old age. The next moment, he opened his eyes as the Princess of Asmaria.

While looking forward to his new life, he died again.

And so began his 151,897,914th life as Samur Eckart.

Samur is a Professional Transmigrator- or so he says so, as he gets transmigrated into a new world every time he dies.

However, each time, his memories return only moments before his death. If he successfully survives, he gets to live that life, if he dies, well, he just moves on to his next moment of death.

Once again on the verge of death as Samur, he’s saved at the last moment by a young boy.

Surprise, surprise, the young boy is a Regressor.

As a man of honour, Samur intends to repay his debt then leave because the world is too inconvenient to live in.

Well, that’s what he thought, at least, but the Regressor and his friends are kind of… weird, and he can’t seem to get away at all?

However, not everything is as it seems. Samur’s whims have made him the part of an eternal lie.

Shadows dance in glee as they concoct a requiem far grander than anyone can imagine, while the Lights tremble in delight as the apocalypse threatens the Universe.

The dies have been cast, the play has been written, the characters are on the stage, and the sacrifices have been made.

And so, it’s finally time to let this game begin.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?