Da Tang Shuang Long Zhuan - Book 58 Chapter 9 – Too Late to Be Sorry

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the reality is killed.

Dear players, welcome to the holographic killing game “Fantasy”.

This game is not easy, don’t flirt with girls, don’t make friends, focus on hurting each other.

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- Description from novelbuddy

Reborn into the world of Yugioh, it's natural if my goal is to become the best duelist!

After Su Nuo had died, she discovered that she had lived in a novel world where the female supporting character had overtaken her role as the female lead.

The female supporting character, who had transmigrated into Su Nuo’s world, was pretty and outstanding. She had easily replaced the good-for-nothing dodder of a female lead.

Then, Su Nuo went through a series of quick transmigrations —

The flirtatious concubine of a troubled nation, the cannon fodder in a prestigious family, a young girl who joined the military for her father…

Su Nuo transmigrated back to her original world after completing ten quick transmigration assignments.

Outside the patient room, the fiance that she had grown up with mocked her coldly, “I don’t care if you try to commit suicide for me 100 times. I will never be interested in you.”

This was the day after she had attempted to commit suicide for Chen Weng. It was a warm and sunny day in spring, and she was 19 years old.

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Su Nuo was a well-pampered, sweet pushover. Chen Wang hadn’t liked her since she was a child.

However…

He later discovered that his pampered and tender fiancee had turned into a female despot.

#Where men who had bullied the women that loved them come to die#

#You might enjoy a momentary satisfaction bullying a woman that loves you, but you’ll be chasing yourself straight into the crematorium in the next scene#

#Chen Wang is not the male lead#

#A love interest that isn’t an expressionless iceberg#

#Loving birth family and adopted parents#

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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?