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Title: System Wants Me Dead | Tags: Antihero, Warfare, Goddesses, Reincarnation

Synopsis: [SYSTEM REBOOT] "Where am I?" [Where you are doesn't matter anymore!] "Who are you?" [I'm a System-type entity, you don't require further information human.] "What?" Zane, finding himself in a virtual empty dimension with a nagging game-like system flying near his hand who rudely asks him to complete near-impossible quests, is trying his best to NOT GET KILLED. [Let's get started, shall we? I really don't like humans in my world, could you please die already?]

Chapter 668

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“BANG!” the sunken ground swayed along the colossal movements of a giant existence and changed the landscape around its form with ease.

Tall imposing mountains were toppled like immaterial leaves in fall and wide deep rivers were washed away after another breath.

“BOOM!” and after a series of crashing actions, the pristine forests that were once teeming with great life and vibrant hues that spanned several millions of miles,

turned into a picture of disarray in but several moments.

This development alone could not mistake of the insurmountable size that had once slept under this wealthy den of nature.

“Right this way, Senior!” a sound that was akin to the tiny squeaks of rats was heard calling for Tristan’s attention.

“Hmmm…” the cursed boy agreed and after a slight pause in midair, he decided to finally descend unto the wreckage below.

Although he was billions of kilometers from that war zone but he could still feel the myriad divine senses that tracked him as easily as he had escaped that scene of annihilation.

“It seems that I would have no privacy of my own from here onwards.” Tristan thought within. In the end, he could only take a helpless sigh after having this terrible realization.

In the ground, Tristan could see that a hastily created flatlands was decorating perfectly at the center of this catastrophic ruins.

Only allowed on

Where mountainous debris shuffled the lands in a topsy-turvy fashion but this little piece of variation has indeed brought about a sanctuary amidst disorder.

A haven that was at least, clear of any signs of blood and destruction.

“You have good instincts. What is your name?” Tristan asked the moment he saw the owner of the two conflicting voices from before.

“This little one does not deserve to be called with any designation in front of your commanding presence, Senior.” the existence, who was the rightful ruler of these lands, replied respectfully.

“Okay then, let me think of a suitable name for you.” Tristan decided a name in order to address the tactful magical beast.

He also took this time to properly focus on the peculiarities that bombed Little Purple in a trail of mist and flame.

This was a snake for all intents and purposes, aside only for the two sharp horns that curled delicately over its small head.

Its color was surprisingly in the hues of vivid purple but the length of the serpent was perhaps only 3 inches and not a portion more. To call himself Little Worm was certainly not wrong at all.

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And what was more strange was the ever spreading patches of wounds that would heal and open once more in a never ending smoldering cycle.

The air even smelled of charred flesh as the little serpent on the ground was slowly being roasted alive. This was due to Tristan’s present situation.

With the energies still rampaging within the entirely of his soul, he could not stop this effect even if he wanted to in the first place.

It was admirable that the worm like snake had taken this beating without roaring in extreme agony. The cursed boy could not help but respect the disposition of this magical beast.

After all, the two of them shared at least one particular trait at the moment. Tristan smiled within.

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