Revenge of the Sixth Young Lady - Chapter 165

Traveling through a parallel world, Ye Cheng planned to be a copywriter and copy tomb robbing novels, but he became a gold medal writer in one fell swoop.

But who would have imagined that, with the unearthed ancient tombs, Ye Cheng’s novels have become reality.

Numerous archaeological teams rushed to ask for advice.

As a result, as Ye Cheng solved more and more ancient tombs, he couldn’t explain it more and more!

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I was playing a boring game where you don’t level up no matter what you do, there’s no event happening and it was even FREE on *** store. I had an argument on relationship stuff, was angry and decided to destroy the village in a game, then a notification pop-up…

-Your karma has increased by 10.

-You are now at level 2.

Graphics of the game changed. Acquired magic. Saved a village girl that was chased by bandits. Gained a cultist.

It seems the events are starting to take place. Lets see what happens…

Do you want to know What happens if a cultured man gets a chance to try his hidden Degenerate and taboo thoughts in real life?Yang Chen, Our Main character, gets this chance. Yang Chen grew up with an obsessive love for older women, and all of his wishes came true when Ambulance-kun sent him into the cycle of reincarnation.He reincarnates in Seraphia, a parallel world of Earth. Several hundred years ago, Abyssal trials descended on this world. people were given role-playing missions after being dragged into the underworld.Yang Chen Awakens the Primordial perverted system and System is a fallen angel and an overpowered milf.With her help, He did many perverted things with the roles assigned to him.Yang Chen did taboo sins and conquered milfs as a Village chief, Principal, Masseur, Doctor, Teacher, etc...When He was done with ghost humans, Yang Chen's claws reached out to other races, such as vampires, Succubus, Zombies, foxes, etc...

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.