MTL - The Zombies Are Coming But I’m Laying Down At Home - Chapter 19 Down

A proud and talented singer

Silent and introverted godly writer

… and so on

These people who should have lived happily because of their outstanding strength, but because of some small accidents, their life sank into hell and went towards their death.

Before they died, they had been unwilling. Their unwillingness attracted Su He. Watching these suffering souls, the innocent and harmless teenager come towards them, “are you unwilling? Then give me your life. ”

From then on, the infamous son of the aristocratic family became a godly doctor that everyone admired

The talented singer whose voice has been destroyed/damaged was popular again

The godly writer who was scolded as plagiarist ascended the throne again

……

Su He smiled. Cannon fodder can also become a winner in life, sweep away the darkness, stand up again, these former geniuses will one by one blossom their own radiance.

- Description from Novelupdates

When Xiao Fei was three years old, he was caught by a man with a sharp-nosed monkey and taught him to cultivate. The old man is Sun Wukong. In the past ten years, he has taught him the eyes of the fire, the copper and the iron bones, and the great product of the immortality… After the learning, Xiao Fei went down the mountain and accidentally entered a noble school. Pure school flowers, the best Lori, Miss Qianjin, beautiful maid… I like to sleep with him. Oh no, it’s a friend.

- Description from Biquge.com.cn (translated)

My name is Jiang Li. I didn’t see Goldfinger when I crossed over. I have worked hard to reach the Mahayana stage. Now a system pops up, saying that it can help me counterattack, and let me counterattack from a small Qi training stage to become the number one in the cultivation world. one person.

Brother System, you came out late. I, Jiang Li, the contemporary Emperor, Kyushu Gongzun, is already the number one person in the cultivation world.

- Description from novelbuddy

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.