I will not die a Villainess's death - Chapter 32 32: The Plaza Explosion

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

Carry a full belly, her husband brings another woman home and even wants to kick her out!

Tragically dying and reincarnated, she is determined to escape, yet he relentlessly pursues: “Dare to flee, I’ll search the entire city, find that woman within 48 hours!”

He’s arrogantly domineering, turning his hand he treats her as insignificant, reversing his hand she’s the treasure held in his palm.

She scoffs: “Stay away from me, we’re already divorced!”

A young man, with a keen mind of medical knowledge and skill, steps into a vibrant buzzing city for the first time.How would this young man face the challenges of love and hate, of family’s vengeance, and the temptation of beautiful ladies?

The tomatoes and potatoes are piled up in the warehouse, the dead horses are squeezing the milk, the vampires are carrying the watermelons, the succubuses are picking the eggplants, and the Lich King is quietly licking the ice cream…

The people who died in the crown pointed to the tribes:
Let the dead be born, and let the dead die!

(This book is based on the dungeon and the Warriors, Warcraft, heroes invincible, riding and cutting, and another million finished “Wasteland Ranch” character guarantee)

- Description from Uukanshu translation