My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Three hours passed...

Five hours...

The sun on the horizon gradually rose, piercing through layers of mist and shining on Jiang Siming's breathtaking profile. Yet by now, the solid wood floor beneath his feet was piled high with cigarette ash, and his eyes looked a little red and swollen.

"So this is my life? I'd rather call it a complete and utter conspiracy!" Jiang Siming muttered to himself with a touch of self-mockery.

Perhaps from the moment he had arrived in Douluo, everything that followed had already been written into a precise script. Then what did his feelings count as? What did everything he had given count as?

"You only understand now? How truly disappointing."

The Ancient King's voice, silent for who knew how long, rang out once more.

"You say I'm you, and that I'm also a king! But I don't think so. I don't have ambitions that grand! I want my life to be simple enough, to show off once in a while! For my family and the people I love to be safe and sound! That's the life I want!" Jiang Siming said, his throat hoarse, then continued:

"I don't want to be a hero!"

The Ancient King fell silent. This time, he did not mock Jiang Siming, nor did he call him trash!

Rather than saying the Ancient King was Jiang Siming's past, it would be more accurate to say the Ancient King was Jiang Siming's previous life. They possessed the same soul, but Jiang Siming possessed the heart of an ordinary man!

And that doomed Jiang Siming to never be able to become a king!

"I can tell you now that this world has already been restarted countless times!

Countless times, your choices were always this selfish. I kept trying in vain to guide you