The Royal Contract - Chapter 1362: Love was never part of the equation

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Through the strange but familiar parallel world, from a popular writer to a high school student lying on an orthopedic hospital bed:

There is a sweet voice in my mind that keeps repeating endlessly;

In the school, there was a deskmate who was said to have nothing but good looks;

…

In the previous life, he lost to reality in the long-distance love race, and was alone for half his life. In this life, he wants to try to be a scumbag.

Is there a more suitable career than a star?

Novels, poems, music, movies…

It all starts here.

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Reborn in the magnificent world of cultivating immortals

Everything is based on ‘stability’, and everything is settled before moving, and when moving, there is a thunderbolt, and after moving, there is no sound.

Hidden cards, refining elixir, practicing escape, and practicing spells.

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The Empress who dies in torture, An Rushuang is her name. After she wakes up, she finds herself has time-travelled to when she was twelve years old, but she would turn into Major General’s white horse at night. He is a general who orders about the winds and clouds on the battlefield, and she is a little girl lives in her boudoir seclusively.
She endeavors to change her fate, and he spared no effort to win every battle. They meet each other every day, well, it’s night to be accurate. Is that a dream or not? She pleads to marry the seignior to win peace for her family, only to find he is the one she is going to marry.
“Growing old with you under the same roof is my long-cherished wish”, thought them both.

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I used a cheat to devise a character in a game. Upon regaining consciousness after pressing the play button, I discovered myself embodying the character I had crafted, the ‘Priest of Corruption.’ This character was intentionally created with unfavourable statistics and is widely detested! The sole item in my inventory was the withered hand of a woman, yet could it possibly be the hand of a goddess?