Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible - Chapter 316:

A world filled with heroes with superpowers. A world attacked by calamity fiends. A modern world filled with wonders and dangers.

A life I didn't ask for..A world I couldn't call my own...I'm Edward Walters. That's what I'll tell anybody if I'm ever asked. Because, that was the name I answered back one Earth.But now, in this new world I reincarnated in— a medieval one of swords and magic— I'm known by many names.. The Undisputed Prodigy, The Anomaly of my generation, The Legend Blank, and... Charles Liam Flameworth.But I didn't ask for any of these.I didn't ask for the titles, the power, the wealth, the sufferings, the wars, and the fame. I.. I just wanted to go back home. But fate pinned me to this world, giving me no way back.Untill I decided— if fate doesn't give me a chance.. I'll make one for myself. I'll shatter this so called fate, and I'll go back to my family.This is the story of the Anomaly that defied Fate. The one who Reincarnated as a Genius Mage.

The world is a sea of bitterness.

The mortal swims in the sea.

The body is the vessel.

The soul is the mortal on the vessel.

The vessel carries the mortal as it sails endlessly towards the other side of the sea.

Does cultivating the body strengthen the vessel enough to reach the other side of this sea of misery?

Or does cultivating the soul give the mortal on the vessel the ability to master swimming?

Cultivating according to the martial path allows one to become an Earthly Immortal.

Cultivating according to the immortal path allows one to become a Divine Immortal.

Which path should be chosen?

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“What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?”

As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.

[Installing files. 1% done…]

As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...]

I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.

“Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…”

[…12%...13%...14%...]

Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.

The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.

Nope, the first is out.

The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.

The third possibility …

[Installation successful!]

The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…

The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.

[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]

Fuck…