Chapter 33 Ursko's Ambition
"Su Yuqiu" fled the office building in a panic. He flew into the block and landed in a relatively intact bar.
Feeling uneasy, he dismissed the girls who were fawning on him and walked into the box.
Lying on the sofa, staring blankly at the chandelier, he thought for a moment, then took out a tattered papyrus book reinforced by magic from his ring and began to read:
"The 75,000th epoch of the God and Demon Realm, April 19th of the Glorious Empire Year:
My name is Ursko, and I am an orphan. Although I grew up in the Holy Empire of Light, I yearn for darkness.
Just because there is no so-called light in the Glorious Empire, in my eyes, it is only darkness and filth!
I begged and pleaded with a dying old man, and finally got this thick papyrus book, which I intend to use to record my life...
In this country, nobles and magicians are the top people, and all common people are just there to serve them.
Not only do they have fighting knights as guards and exquisite and beautiful maids to serve them, they even have dependents from various races.
The pure moon elves, the cute beast-eared tribe, the sweet half-elves, the delicate dwarf loli, the tender mermaid...
What a corrupt life!
But I can only survive today by begging for black bread on the streets and the food dumped in the town."
"On April 3rd of that year, I was sixteen years old. A talent test was being held in the town, and I used all the wages I received from the blacksmith to take the test.
No talent!
Why still nothing!
This was my first test and I failed.”
"On January 14, 2018, I attempted the test a second time and the results were the same.
I gave up my hope of becoming a magician and just wanted to have a home and live a peaceful life.
At this time, I did not give up. I opened a small shop based on the skills I learned from the blacksmith.
Gradually, my shop became more and more popular. With my good craftsmanship and low prices, I made a lot of money, that's 50 silver coins!
You know, one silver coin can be exchanged for 100 copper coins, and 50 silver coins are enough for a poor boy like me to live frugally for several years!"
"On March 7th, I finally saved up 100 silver coins. I exchanged them for a gold coin, proving that I was a wealthy young man."
"September 8th, I think I should write less in my diary because it will waste my time making money!"
"On May 7th, the blacksmith's son returned. He was a second-rank knight.
He threw my shop into the sky, took away my money and anvil, and told me not to do any business or leave the town.
I had no choice but to beg on the streets, seeking hope to survive."
"On March 9th, I had survived three more years, three years without ink or pen, and without writing down any notes.
But this autumn, I was given a silver coin and borrowed a little ink...
I wanted to thank that person at that time, but he looked so dry that he seemed not to be alive. I was a little scared, but I quickly suppressed it. After all, I had nothing to be afraid of.
The man was wearing a gray robe and was explaining the Cult of Death to me.
He said: "After death, you can live forever, will you come?"
My heart was moved, but I still asked: "I want to end my life as a living person, is that okay?"
The gray-robed man agreed."
"On September 1st, demons invaded from another world. They ravaged the starry sky, and our continent was also affected.
The magician, the knight, and even the entire town were dead, but the devil spared me because I had already given myself to death.
Two days later, the entire town was buried. Those who mocked me were covered in mud. The magician was buried in the center, and a monument was erected to commemorate him.
I laughed, I laughed like crazy.
I plan to bury the diary in the soil, and on the day of mourning, I will dance on their graves!
Death, my Lord, bless me!"
…
"On August 3, 2016, the operation was successful and I was cremated on the cross.
The man in gray robes brought my soul and diary back to the Vatican, and since then, I have spent two thousand years in the church!
Although my cultivation has reached the eighth level of the twelve levels in the lower realm, I really can't bear it anymore. I'm going crazy!
I want to get out!”
"July 9th, today is a good day. I saw a new space crack. It was filled with weak monsters roaming around. The highest of them was only level three.
The world over there seems to only allow the existence of third-level extraordinary people. It is really a weak world.
I'd love to go and see it, but the body I'm controlling now is two thousand years old.
Even with the maintenance of necromancy, it only dried up a little, but I'm not sure if I can preserve my body after falling to the third level.
After much deliberation, I couldn't resist my curiosity, so I left a letter for those guys and then reduced my cultivation. After my mental and physical strength were reduced to the third level, I finally entered the other side of the world.
“On my first day in the new world, my cultivation was only at the third level. The power of a thousand years of time was quickly manifested, and my body began to rot!
I prepared to find a new body, but I soon found that my idea was naive. The gravity in this world is only one tenth of ours, and the human body is as strong as mud!
What’s strange is that when these people saw me, not only were they not afraid, they even said to me, “How could I be so thirsty that I’m not tired?”
Interesting civilization, interesting mortals.
Soon, I noticed that the way they looked at me was a little strange. Someone said, "Look at the system prompt. He's a red-named monster with no level. Kill him! Grab the experience points!"
I looked at the dense crowd and blew a breath of annoyance. The necromancy turned them into ashes. They were really weak.
I interrogated one of them and learned about the system and experience points they mentioned. Although I don't know where they came from, they are definitely no match for my Lord. I decided to face my Lord.
My Lord loves death, and death can also bring me strength. I returned to the space crack and summoned some monsters to come to this city. Death and blood began to bloom from this moment.
What makes me unhappy is that the mortal army has arrived, and they also have third-level transcendents. It seems I have to be careful.
I hid among the monsters, commanding them to kill indiscriminately, but at this moment suddenly many iron lumps fell from the sky.
Their explosion caused heavy losses to my "army". In order to survive, I used up most of my eighth-level original energy.
When I came to my senses, I found a group of second-level ants questioning me in the distance. I wanted to let this magic wolf play with them and see their desperate expressions.
However, I miscalculated again. Suddenly, several third-level extraordinary auras were approaching rapidly. It was not wise to continue at this time.
I destroyed my physical body and attached my soul to the demon wolf, choosing my next body.
At this time, there were only two women in the sky, and the most handsome boy in the shield might not be killed by me, and there were also several men in the back, one of whom was not too bad either.
It’s him!
Things went smoothly and I successfully took over his body. Just when I climbed out of the "stinking well", I felt a hint of threat. I crawled back in, stuck my head out and looked outside. It turned out to be the boy's magic!
"This must be divine magic! He's actually using divine magic!"
Those who possess holy arts have the ability to purify low-level undead. I quietly crawled out, not daring to say a word.
I distanced myself from that young man, and using necromancy to retrieve the memories of my original self, I discovered that the life I had led was truly... strangely pleasing."
"On the second day after arriving in the new world, I used magic to parasitize this body. This is a magic that every follower of the God of Death can only use once. It is a gift from my Lord. It is like a new life. From then on, I belong to this world.
Although there is no system, in their eyes, I am no longer a red name, but a white name.
Later, when I saw the string of characters on the account, I instantly fell in love with this world where everyone is equal and even ordinary people can live a life of luxury.
I actually had the idea of not wanting my Lord to come. I wanted to repent and go to the bar to repent first.
I love this world!"
The diary ended here. Su Yuqiu looked at the straw paper book in front of her, with some struggle in her eyes, and then she quickly calmed down.
He controlled the phone to hang in front of his eyes, flipped through the file, and muttered: "Lin Luo, second level?
Humph, his mental power is definitely at the advanced fourth level now. He advanced two levels in one day? The system is indeed a cheat as described in the book!
He put the book into the ring and shook his head in self-mockery. These mortals were upgrading at an astonishing speed. Could he defeat them all by himself?
It's simply a fairy tale!
After blowing a whistle, the beautiful girls outside the box walked in with drinks.
Su Yuqiu looked at the scene in front of him and smiled. In this place where the god of death had no control, he might be able to try things that he could only fantasize about in the past.
"My Lord? I'm sorry. From now on, I will change my mind. I want to... in this world...
Become the new Grim Reaper!"
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