Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

When Ling Haoran was first sucked in, he thought that he had inadvertently been appreciated by some powerful person, just like what was said in the online novel, and that the person was about to pass on the inheritance to him.

Unexpectedly, he was struck by lightning for a month after he came in. Wherever he hid, the lightning would strike him.

Until his soul was split out and turned into his original appearance.

He doesn't have a tall and slender figure, a handsome face, pleasing emotional intelligence and IQ, or a good family background.

The real him is 1.6 meters tall, weighs 160 pounds, has dark yellow skin, squinting eyes, a flat nose, buck teeth, and smells of poverty.

A cynical, lazy, lustful and incompetent short, poor and ugly man.

In the illusion of his inner demon, he returned to his previous life and once again became the poor loser who was despised by all the women.

He has accomplished nothing, but he dreams of eating swan flesh all day long.

Girls would stay away from him when they saw him, and would reject him if he approached them. If he got closer to them on the bus, they would move to another place.

From childhood to adulthood, every girl he liked didn't like him, and his confession failed every time. Most of the time, he didn't even have the chance to confess.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him, and he didn't want to know or change.

He just felt that those women deserved to die.

Isn’t it just that you dislike him because he is ugly, short and poor?

But he has a heart that truly loves them, why doesn't anyone see it?

Although he can only earn two thousand a month, sometimes he is too lazy to work and has no income.

But he is willing to spend all the money he earns on them. A rich person may earn a million, but may not be willing to spend one percent of it on them.

But they would rather be the mistress of a handsome or rich man than share the good and bad times with him.

His mind became increasingly darker and darker. The desire that had been suppressed for more than 30 years was about to make him explode. Finally one day, he couldn't resist any more and attacked a girl on the street.

To be fair, the woman was not very pretty. She was a little fat and short.

But she was wearing a suspender and shorts, and as she walked, her towering breasts and white flesh trembled, and he was immediately obsessed.

You dress so sexily just to seduce men and let them touch you, right?

He followed the girl all the way, and finally hugged her from behind in a back street, with his hands in her collar.

Oh my God, it was so soft and smooth, he was fascinated by it in an instant, and dragged the girl into the back alley.

The girl screamed and struggled desperately, attracting a large number of people, most of whom were girls shopping nearby.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he wanted to escape, but a group of girls surrounded him and knocked him to the ground with the shopping bags, bags and milk tea in their hands.

Then it was a one-sided brawl.

He couldn't count how many punches and kicks he received, and the sharp pain of high heels stepping on his body.

He only felt his internal organs getting more and more painful, and by the time the police arrived, he was only breathing out but not in.

He was put on oxygen and put 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 followed the girls to court, hoping to see them pay for his life.

But because he intended to rape first, and the girls insisted that they had kicked them in the fatal injuries, he was finally sentenced to self-defense and all of them were released in court.

He became a joke.

With strong unwillingness and twisted resentment, his soul was sucked into a place called the Lord God Space.

"Do you want to replace those children of destiny and become the protagonist of the world?"

"Yes, I dream about it."

So, he got a system and traveled through small worlds to seize the luck and opportunities of those heroines.

He stole everything from those beautiful and outstanding girls who were gifted by heaven. They became his playthings, loved him to death, and were willing to give everything for him.

He loves this kind of life so much.

Recalling this, he opened his eyes comfortably. Is it time to wake up from the nightmare?

But when he opened his eyes, he was still that disgusting loser.

A cold and teasing voice sounded: "Welcome to the Eighteenth Level of Hell!"

The Eighteen Levels of Hell? The Eighteen Cities of Hell? Endless fear surrounded him.

Then, he saw all the girls he had killed in the previous worlds appear in front of him.

"You beast, it turns out that you stole my luck. You deceived me so badly."

"No, I'm going to vomit. Your true appearance is too disgusting. I want to vomit just by looking at you."

"A toad wants to eat swan flesh. It's really the enemy's fault. If there's no mirror, there will be urine. Don't you even take a look?"

"Thief, give me back my life."

The girls held his hands and feet and threw him onto a mountain of knives whose top was invisible. Every step he took was painful and bloody.

He climbed and climbed until he could not climb any further and was stuck on the mountain of knives without noticing. The girls below applauded and cheered.

He begged them to let him down, but instead of agreeing, they pushed down the mountain of knives.

It’s so strange, why did they also hold the tip of the knife but not bleed or get hurt?

He fell off the mountain of knives and into the huge boiling oil pot below.

“Ahhhhh… Help… I was wrong… I won’t dare to do it again, please let me go…”

"Hahahahaha, this is just the beginning. A beast like you should stay in the eighteenth level of hell forever."

"I am a beast, I am a thief, I am sorry, I was wrong, please forgive me, please forgive me, ahhhh..."

The feeling of being fried was so painful that he screamed and struggled heartbreakingly. They thought it was too noisy, so they pulled out his tongue.

He glared at them fiercely, and they felt disgusted by his gaze and dug out his eyes.

I don’t know how long he was fried in the frying pan. Maybe he was chopped into pieces before he was fished out.

The miraculous thing is that after he was fished out, his eyes and tongue grew back, and his body returned to normal.

Before he could be happy, the girls took out knives and axes, pinned him to the ground, skinned him, and dug out his heart and lungs.

He became a pig to be slaughtered in a farm, and the heroines killed by him became executioners with knives, taking revenge when there was revenge, and avenging grievances when there were grievances.

The torture and torment never stopped for a moment. He regretted it so much that he wanted to leave hell and be reborn every moment, even if it meant being reborn as an animal.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain disappeared.

He returned to his past life again and saw the girl in overalls on the street.

He didn't dare to reach out again and wanted to stay far away, but he was horrified to find that his actions were out of control and he could only repeat everything that happened before.

Next, he was beaten to death, and then came here again.

That terrifying voice reappeared in my ears: "Welcome to the Eighteen Levels of Hell again! Remember to give a good review."

After going through hardships, such as climbing a mountain of knives and jumping into a cauldron of oil, having his skin peeled off and his bones removed, and having his tongue pulled out and his heart dug out, he came back to life.

Then he was beaten to death again.

"Hey, an old customer is here again. It seems that you love our Eighteen Layers of Hell deeply. Since we are old customers, how about giving you a set meal with the Ten Tortures of the Qing Dynasty? Remember to give us a good review."