Chapter 2: Synopsis

Earth

In a park in New York City, a handsome young man was using his mobile phone while playing games on it.

Behind this young man were several other boys, all of whom seemed to be of the same age group.

Suddenly one of the boys exclaimed

"Kris, how can you play these games all the time, what do you call them already?

Oh, yes, MMOGPGG."

"I can't really tell you, charle, I just love her," said Kris without even looking at her friends.

In fact, if he plays these kinds of games, it's not only because he gets bored to death every day doing the same thing.

Go to school in the morning, hang out with friends, eat, sleep.

He has no dreams like other children his age in fact he is only interested in one thing which is reading web novels and Mythologies.

. His dream has always been to be reborn as one of these MCs with many wishes and allet in a world of cultivation, reach the top and conquer all kinds of beauties.

Whether they are mortal, immortal or even God.

While he was playing, Kris lifted his head and noticed him advancing abruptly and quickly with a heavy weight heading directly towards them.

He shouted quickly.

"Guys, run!!!!!" CRIA t he then pushed his friend charle aside.

Charle and his other comrades managed to escape the danger of death and turned around to see if they were all safe and sound.

He didn't have Kris so Charle started to panic and went straight back to the place where the heavy weight was going.

Even before reaching his destination he heard a noise that made him pale violently with anxiety.

BOUUUUUMMMMMMMM

When he arrived on the stage he found the heavy weight against a wall and Kris being crushed underneath.

He ran quickly towards him and took his hand and cried.

"Kris! Kris! Kris! Move, go move, please don't leave me!!!!!" Says charle screaming with a completely torn voice.

Kris, who still had a part of consciousness, finally whispered something when she heard the sight of her best friends.

"Char.. Don't worry, I'll probably go to one of his Wuxia novels so please take care of my family and sister" then his head fell directly to the ground and his pulse stopped reporting his death.

Although the whisper was small, Charle could still hear it and tore even more and a few minutes later their other comrades arrived.

Not paying attention to them he called the ambulance and went straight home with a completely changed and resolute expression.

Contrary to what others may believe, the soul of a dead person will always have the chance to reincarnate later according to the actions they may have done in the past or present.