Cotton Jacket Guard

The world I transmigrated is filled with players, with survival already a struggle. Moreover, I was entangled with a System to become the most visible NPC...
The natives resent me while players see me as a thorn in their side.
I needed to strive with all my might to live a good life in this foreign world while avoiding being bullied by the players. I can only turn the sufferings I experienced into the sufferings of others. I would have to keep all the benefits for myself, grow vigorously, and become an invincible boss who could never be defeated by players...
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Ten Thousand Ways To Eliminate Players

Under the moonlight, with a kitchen knife held to my throat, listening to the endless sweet nothings, tears streamed down my face. I'm so stupid, truly! I shouldn't have been drawn to that Lei Fa master and come to investigate in the forest!

Why did I have to rush out to uphold justice just because I saw a man whispering sweet nothings to a fox?

How could there still be Monsters where a Lei Fa master has passed?

If I weren't stupid, I wouldn't have fallen into the hands of a crazed Martial Arts master. I wouldn't be here with a knife to my throat, forced to watch the moon with him and listen to his meaningless sweet talk...

Regret filled my heart. I couldn't even be bothered to speak to the madman before me.

Because no matter what I said, even if I cursed him, all I received in return were blush-inducing, endless declarations of love.

090 The Man Hurt by Love (Additional for Alliance Hierarch Suimuhan)