When Alternate Identities Come with a Vomiting Blood Debuff

Alternative Title: 當馬甲挂上吐血debuff

Author: 海上迷霧

Status: Completed

Chapter: 145 chapter

Added: 2025-01-24

Updated: 2025-01-24

Category:Alternate IdentitiesCrossoverDramaFor FemaleSlice of LifeTragic Hero

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Amamiya Ruisheng was born with a weak constitution, frequently vomiting blood and barely surviving until the age of 18. Just as he was about to give up, a broken Alternate Identity System approached him, offering him the chance to experience a pain-free life through alternate identities. By completing tasks and collecting energy, he could extend his life.

Thinking he had nothing to lose, Amamiya agreed. However, the system was indeed broken—each alternate identity came with its own flaws, and his inherent “vomiting blood” debuff was also transferred to them.

A private tutor hired by a family bandaged a child’s wounds, advising him to cherish his life. Mid-lecture, the tutor vomited a pool of blood.

The bandaged child: “You don’t seem to cherish your own life.”

Amamiya: “It’s congenital. Don’t worry, I won’t die.”

A new student at Jujutsu High fought fiercely with a curse spirit. After exorcising it, he tried to greet his Six Eyes classmate but ended up vomiting blood instead.

Classmate, shocked: “Are you injured?”

Amamiya: “Not injured. That was fun. I won’t die.”

The peacemaker of the Vongola Family spent his days stopping the Guardians from fighting, often by standing between them and vomiting blood.

The strongest Guardian: “Stop fighting. The weakling needs medical attention.”

Amamiya: “Thanks for the concern, but I really won’t die.”

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His friends constantly worried he was on the verge of death, and Amamiya repeatedly assured them he was fine. But before he could gather enough energy, his original body gave out. Regretfully, he halted his tasks, arranged affairs for each alternate identity, and returned to his original body to await death.

Then, his friends realized the person who always smiled and said, “I won’t die,” had truly left them.

“Please live on.”

They sincerely wished.