When Ling Haoran was first sucked in, he thought he had unintentionally gained the favor of some powerful being, just like in online novels, and was about to receive a legacy from him.
Unexpectedly, he was struck by lightning for a month after he came in; wherever he tried to hide, lightning would strike him.
Until his soul was cleaved out and returned to its original form.
He lacks a tall and slender figure, a handsome face, likable emotional intelligence and IQ, and a good family background.
In reality, he was 1.6 meters tall, weighed 160 pounds, had dark yellow skin, squinty eyes, a flat nose, buck teeth, and reeked of poverty.
A cynical, lazy, lecherous, and incompetent short, poor, and ugly man.
In the illusion of his inner demons, he returned to his previous life and became once again that poor, lowly loser despised by all women.
He has accomplished nothing, yet he spends his days dreaming of being a toad eating swan meat.
Girls would keep their distance from him, and would refuse if he tried to chat them up. If he got too close on the bus, they would move to another spot.
From childhood to adulthood, every girl he liked didn't like him back. His confessions always failed, and more often than not, he didn't even have the chance to confess.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with him, didn't want to know, and didn't want to change.
He just felt those women deserved to die.
Isn't it just because you think he's ugly, short, and poor?
But he has a sincere heart that loves them, so why doesn't anyone see it?
Although he only earns two thousand a month, sometimes he has no income when he is too lazy to work.
However, he is willing to spend all the money he earns on them. A rich person may earn a million, but he may not be willing to spend even one percent of it on them.
But they would rather be the mistress of a handsome man or a rich man than share his joys and sorrows.
His mind grew increasingly dark; the desires he had suppressed for over thirty years were about to explode, and one day he finally couldn't resist and attacked a girl on the street.
To be fair, that woman wasn't very pretty; she was a bit overweight and short.
But she was wearing a tank top and shorts, and as she walked, her high breasts and white flesh jiggled, and he was immediately captivated.
She dresses so provocatively just to seduce men and let them touch her, right?
He followed the girl all the way, and finally hugged her from behind in a back alley, putting his hand inside her collar.
My God, she's so soft and smooth. He was instantly captivated and dragged the girl into a back alley.
The girl screamed and struggled desperately, attracting a large crowd, mostly girls who were shopping nearby.
Seeing that things were going badly, he tried to run away, but a group of girls surrounded him and used their shopping bags, purses, and milk tea to knock him to the ground.
Then it turned into a one-sided brawl.
He lost count of how many punches and kicks he endured, and the sharp, stinging pain of high heels pressing against his skin.
He felt his internal organs getting more and more painful, and by the time the police arrived, he was only able to exhale and not inhale.
He was put on oxygen and lifted into an ambulance, but he died on the way to the hospital.
The cause of death was a ruptured spleen caused by external force.
After his death, he went to court with those girls, wanting to see them pay for his life.
However, since he intended to rape her first, and the girls all insisted that they were the ones who kicked him, he was ultimately found guilty of self-defense and released in court.
He became a joke.
Driven by intense resentment and twisted hatred, his soul was absorbed into a place called the God Realm.
"Do you want to replace those chosen ones and become the protagonist of the world?"
"Yes, I dream about it."
Thus, he acquired a system, allowing him to travel through various small worlds and seize the fortune and opportunities of those powerful female protagonists.
Those beautiful and outstanding young women were all stolen away by him, becoming his playthings, loving him to death, and willing to give him everything.
He loves this kind of life so much.
Recalling this moment, he opened his eyes contentedly. Shouldn't the nightmare be over by now?
But when he opened his eyes, he was still that utterly repulsive loser.
A cold, mocking voice rang out: "Welcome to the eighteenth level of hell!"
The Eighteen Levels of Hell? Is this the Eighteen Cities of Hell? Boundless fear enveloped him.
Immediately afterwards, he saw all the girls he had killed in the previous worlds appear before him.
"You beast, so it was you who stole my luck! You deceived me so badly!"
"No, I'm going to throw up. Your real appearance is disgusting. I feel like vomiting just looking at you."
"A toad trying to eat swan meat? It's true that enemies are always up to no good. Even if you don't have a mirror, you still have to pee, right? Don't you ever look at yourself?"
"Thief, give me back my life!"
The girls held him down by his hands and feet and threw him up a mountain of knives with no end in sight. Every step he took was excruciatingly painful.
He climbed and climbed, but he couldn't climb any further. Before he knew it, he was stuck on a mountain of knives, and the girls below clapped and cheered.
He begged them to let him down, but they not only refused, they also pushed down the mountain of knives.
It's strange, why didn't they bleed or get injured even though they also held the knife tip?
He fell from the mountain of knives and into the huge cauldron of boiling oil below.
"Ahhh... Help me... I was wrong... I'll never do it again, please let me go..."
"Hahaha, this is nothing! A beast like you should stay in the eighteenth level of hell forever."
"I'm an animal, I'm a thief, I'm sorry, I was wrong, please forgive me, please forgive me, ahhh..."
The feeling of being deep-fried was so painful that he screamed and struggled in agony. They found it too noisy and pulled out his tongue.
He glared at them fiercely, and they, disgusted by his gaze, gouged out his eyes.
It's unclear how long he was fried in the oil; he probably turned into dried manure before he was finally fished out.
Amazingly, after being pulled out of the water, his eyes and tongue grew back, and his body recovered completely.
Before they could even celebrate, the girls pulled out knives and axes, pinned him to the ground, and skinned and dismembered him, ripping out his heart and lungs.
He became a pig waiting to be slaughtered in a farm, and the women he killed became executioners with knives, seeking revenge for every wrong done to them.
The torture and torment never stopped. He was filled with unbearable regret and longed to leave hell and be reincarnated, even if it meant being reborn as an animal.
After an unknown amount of time, the pain disappeared.
He returned to his previous life once again and saw the girl in the tank top and shorts on the street.
He dared not reach out again, wanting to stay far away, but was horrified to find that his actions were not under his control, and he could only repeat everything before.
Next, he was beaten to death again, and then he ended up here again.
The terrifying voice echoed in my ears again: "Welcome to the Eighteen Levels of Hell once again! Remember to give us a good review!"
He survived being subjected to tortures including climbing mountains of knives, boiling oil, being skinned and dismembered, having his tongue pulled out and his heart removed.
Then he was killed.
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