Time Consuming
- LETTURE 231
- Voti 43
- Parti 43
Per adultiCompleta lun, ago 26, 20243h 23m
A man who commits crimes for the sake of committing crimes and enjoys it, one day loses his life at the hands of a policeman obsessed with him.
And when he opens his eyes again, he finds himself in the body of an 18-year-old boy.
After adjusting to the situation for a while, he realizes that everyone who turns 18 in this world is awakened and a mark appears on their right hand.
People in this world never grow old. Everyone has a lifespan, and to extend that lifespan, they can use the mark on their right hand to enter a place called the game world.
If they win in the games they participate in here using their own lifespan, their lifespan is extended.
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After talking to his parents, who seem to be the same age as him, Zane decides to play his first survival game in this fun world.
And Zane is hiding a secret: he has awakened an SSS level ability.
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The main character is a villain, but in his perspective crime is an art and not every bad thing is a crime, it's just pathetic.
No reading under 18 years of age. Because I will have no hesitation in depicting violence.
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