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Reborn in a Trash Novel: Being a Slacker Makes Me Infinitely Stronger!

Daniel transmigrated into a trash novel and became the first antagonist, Owen. Owen, despite being powerful and incredibly talented, was unfortunately a simp for the female lead and ended up with his soul annihilated. But Daniel is not going to let that happen! [Ding, congratulations to the host for awakening the Slacker System!] [As long as you do nothing and remain completely lazy, you can receive unlimited rewards!] I, Daniel, despise simps! Anyone who wants to be one can do so, but I will just be a slacker! [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier weapon — Celestial Staff!] [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier armor set — Angel Set!] [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier skill — Supreme Fusion!] Perfect, let's continue slacking off! [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier skill — Celestial Gardening!] [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier scroll — Modern Industry!] [Ding, host is slacking off, received God-tier book — Modern Medicine!] Wait, why the fuck are all these about? [Ding, congratulations to the host for reaching sage-tier level 9!] Very well, from now on, let me fix the plot of this novel. The story is just beginning!

Cancer_Reo · Fantasia
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86 Chs

Chapter64-The Price

"Othveil, what are you hiding for? Such bad manners! Come over and greet Master Owen."

The Old Chief's voice called out, causing Othveil's face to turn pale as she reluctantly stepped out from behind the corner.

"Grandpa..."

"Hurry up and come over."

Seeing the Old Chief beckon, Othveil didn't dare delay. She quickly walked forward, respectfully greeted the Old Chief, and then stole a glance at Owen.

"O... Master Owen, hello."

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Owen smiled, and Othveil's cheeks flushed red as she shyly averted her gaze.

"Now that you're here, Othveil, I'll leave the task of entertaining Master Owen to you. Don't slack off. Master Owen is our honored guest and also your grandfather's."

"I understand, Grandfather."

Othveil nodded, sneaking another glance at Owen.

His features were striking, with bright eyes and sharp brows.