Gods' Impact Online - Chapter 332: Same Night

Mortal cultivation, resurgence.

Time and space shuttle, reversal of reincarnation.
Jinxian Taiyi, Da Luo Daozu.
Three thousand avenues, the law of supreme.

“Faculty of Immortal Immortal” is a fairy tale, a story of Han Lizhen’s fairyland, a legend of a mortal kid who cultivates immortals.

- Description from Ptwxz translation

“Welcome to Perfect Life Simulator!”

“You can choose to simulate your own life or someone else’s life to find solutions to many life problems!”

…

A watch handed down from his deceased parents allowed Su Wu to start a future life simulator.

He thought that he could really use this simulator to lead a perfect life without regrets, but unexpectedly things developed in another direction.

In the future, as long as there is light, there will be evil spirits that kill people;

Hanging in the sky and covering a city, it leaves a city without red lanterns of living people;

The scarlet eye that can use a mobile phone to spy on the specific location of others…

Will such a future really come?

…

“you are dead.”

“This simulation is over.”

- Description from novelbuddy

Fang Mo’er found out that she transmigrated into a novel that gave her nothing but anger when she read it. Moreover, she became the female supporting character with a miserable ending! The female supporting character that she became gave up her family fortune and career to compete for the male lead’s affection. Even so, the male lead still cheated on her with the female lead on their wedding night! According to the original plot development, Fang Mo’er would swallow her anger and still choose to marry the male lead. Eventually, the scum of the earth would cheat her of all of her resources for the female lead. Simultaneously, she would also do something crazy out of jealousy and eventually destroy her own reputation. Fang Mo’er decided that she would never walk down this path again! —In front of the Department of Civil Affairs, Fang Mo’er, who just transmigrated over, hung up on the scum’s call that meant to tell her to postpone their wedding. Coincidentally, a handsome man clad in a suit walked to her side. The man said, “Miss, since your groom isn’t here and my bride ran away, why don’t we get married instead?” Fang Mo’er did not pay too much attention to him and wondered who he was instead. She did not recall having such a stale plotline in this novel. The man continued, “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Shi Mo.” Fang Mo’er’s eyes nearly fell out of her sockets. Shi Mo? The man who only appeared once in the entire novel; the CEO of the world’s biggest entertainment company? What else could be more vengeful than marrying Shi Mo to disgust the scum of a couple? “Deal!” The current Fang Mo’er was still immersed in the anger and vengefulness from the novel. Hence, this was just her trying to change the fate of a character. However, she forgot that she had become Fang Mo’er, and at this moment, she had just chosen the man who would accompany her for the rest of her life.

Kael was a “rat”—a lowly stable boy in a frozen, brutal medieval world where Knights ruled with iron and Barbarians crushed skulls with bone clubs. His life was worth less than the manure he shoveled. That changed the night he butchered a Knight with a rusty dagger to pay a debt of blood.Chosen by the God of Slaughter, Kael awakens the Aether System. His cheat? The ability to project his soul into other worlds, live countless lives, and bring their powers back to reality—if he survives.But power is not free. It is bought with pain, time, and sanity.World 1: The Wild West. He spends a lifetime as “El Lobo,” a legendary gunslinger. He returns with the muscle memory of a master marksman and a 12-gauge shotgun. World 2: The Martial Arts Realm. He trains for decades as a Wuxia disciple. He returns with internal energy that can shatter steel.Now, as the Kingdom faces war and monsters surge from the dark, the nobles sneer at the servant boy holding a strange metal tube. They chant spells. They draw enchanted swords. Kael takes a slow breath. He racks the slide. Click-clack. “Parry this.”