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Transmigration: The Fake Omega Hunter Grabbed the Wrong Script

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Lu Ye was a broke graduate student who was attracted by a character in a game. After playing through it thirty whole times, the one he cared about most... once again chose to jump down the building. [Ending Achieved: The Wish of the Fallen Moon (BE) ———At last, only the moonlight fell silently, witnessing his fall.] Before Lu Ye could even react, his foot suddenly slipped on an empty plastic water bottle. He lost his balance and crashed heavily onto the floor. But that wasn't the real issue. The biggest issue was that he had just mopped the floor the day before, and he was 100% certain that this water bottle had appeared out of nowhere in his home. Then he transmigrated into that game and became a cannon fodder character who died in the opening chapters of the story. In the original plot, he had bullied his target with the villain, and was pushed off a cliff by him at the end. This time, he was determined to change the story. He swore to protect his target and give him the happy ending he deserved. Yet... could someone please explain— Why was the person he wanted to protect staring at him with such a strange, unsettling gaze? "Lu Ye... this time, I will never let you leave me." A hoarse, low voice whispered against his ear. ——— Lu Ye turned on the faucet, scooped up a few handfuls of water, and splashed it onto his face, trying to force himself to calm down. But because his movements were too rushed, he ended up choking himself. “Cough— cough, cough—” He coughed violently, one of his hands covering the bottom half of his face, as if he were trying to cough out everything inside him. “Why… why… why did this have to happen to me? Why does it have to be me?” he whispered hoarsely, his fingernails digging deep into his palms within his tightly clenched fist; drops of blood fell into the sink, then immediately washed away by the flowing water. He lifted his head and stared at the face in the mirror. It looked strikingly similar to his own appearance… but he knew that this body was definitely not his own. Jiang Zihan…? Such a familiar name…
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