Original / BL / Future / NSFW / Drama / Handsome Seme/ Strong and Beautiful Uke Jiang Hang died, then came back to life. Upon discovering his resurrected self, Jiang Hang's first reaction was to die again. Unfortunately, his simple wish was not granted as he was absorbed by the main god of the infinite realm and became the weakest ghost in the domain. Jiang Hang: "Mhm... I was living carefree when I was alive. There is no reason for me to be tied down after death." Thus, a new legend appeared on the adventurer forum. Credits to the author: 漫天都是小星星

Disclaimer : This story doesn't belong to me.. this is just a translation!! Credit to the original author.. => I'll delete the novel from Wattpad if the author, publisher etc. request me to delete it.. This is not my work...Credit to the original owner,author and publisher!! ----------------------------------------------------- The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousand people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket. If it were someone else, they'd probably be scared to death. No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way. Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel's big villain. Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I'll get you back, back and forth, it's pretty fun, heh. As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. "If you want to kill me then kill me, don't speak nonsense." Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him. That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped. "What a pity. I've changed my mind." - He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds. Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.