Inhuman Warlock - 945 Chapter 945

Kyle was just an ordinary gamer until a truck-kun decided he was isekai material.Waking up in the world of Path of Transcendence—a novel he once read—he realizes he’s not the hero, the villain, or even a side character.He’s an extra, someone who was never mentioned in the story. But this world is no fairy tale: it’s cursed, doomed to fall to demons, with every major character destined to die.However, Kyle isn’t as ordinary as he seems. Blessed by the Roaming Storm, a mysterious and powerful force, he wields the rare ability to command lightning, wind, ice, and water.But is he truly just an extra, or is there more to his role in this doomed world? Armed with his knowledge of the novel and his newfound powers, Kyle must find a way to survive in a story that wasn’t written for him.Can he become the missing piece that changes the fate of this world, or will he be crushed under the weight of a plot that doesn’t even know he exists?

The reborn Xu Renshan originally bought 50 times the lottery ticket with his memory, but he passed away with a huge sum of 200 million yuan.

Originally, he could successfully interview with the advantage of rebirth and become a civil servant, but he changed his mind when he met a rich woman on a blind date.

The civil servants who work from nine to five can’t compare to soft rice.

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Many years later, the tens of billions of rich women, heh, his assets are increasing by tens of billions of income every year, and the unit is US dollars.

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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.

Do you know how this world ends?