Jidenna stared at the harem villain's unconscious body under his feet and the 13 knocked out beauties scattered around him. He looked at the sky and sighed, "Can't I have a break" **** After being betrayed and killed by the one closest to him Jidenna, an ancient god woke up in a rental apartment with no memory of who he was. His only clue was the acceptance letter on his laptop to a university across the continent and the insight that accompanied him: he could know the use of an object with a touch. But before he could fully adjust to his new reality he was poisoned. Dragging himself from the gate of hades he went on a spree of revenge and afterwards set off to another land for schooling. Thinking to himself that the action was over but he began to notice strange things ever since he entered Pǔshì University His roommate wanted to siphon his luck. His seatmate was a trouble magnet and a harbinger of disaster. The random elderly man wanted to steal his girl and make her his 108th concubine. As if that wasn't enough action already the world ended gods and monsters tore open the sky bringing forth a new era of chaos. Bursting with anger, Jidenna rubbed them all in the sand and stuffed grass in their mouths. ——— Contact me on Instagram @Daoist_Starweaver
Immediately, Cheng Yuan turned to the crowd and said these words,
"Song Jia's just a troublemaker. Don't believe her words. I'll prove my beliefs and values through actions and commitment, not just talk."
The scene in front of Jidenna's eyes changed. His body stiffened as chills ran down his spine.
High-frequency vibrations, like nothing he had ever seen,
Burst out from Cheng Yuan, spreading through the crowd within a second.
The next things happened in the blink of an eye.
The first thing Jidenna saw was that Cheng Yuan's supporters' faces froze all at once like malfunctioning robots.
'What is that!' His heart spiked.
Alarmed, Jidenna's head snapped to the side, glancing at the crowd.
He wanted to know if he was the only person seeing this.
But.
It was the same.
The spectators in the crowd's faces froze just like Cheng Yuan's supporters.
Then, in a split second, like the resume button was pressed—