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The villain dies from talking too much!!!

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Geremi died in the most pathetic way possible - because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Now he’s been reborn as Dry, heir to a clan in a universe of cultivators, with a talent that shatters every known limit. But along with power came misfortune: an annoying system, enemies eager to devour him, and the gaze of the strongest being in the universe fixed on him. Between sarcasm, curses, and clan precepts, Dry will have to prove he knows how to survive - even when fate has already decreed his death.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 — What bad luck

Geremi was a cop with a terrible reputation. Curiously, what gave him that reputation wasn't being corrupt, or a traitor, nor the fact that he tampered with evidence so that his best friend Tony would be found innocent of a crime in which he was shown brutally murdering his wife. No! What gave Geremi his bad reputation was his long, absurd speeches.

That day, he went to the bank to withdraw money. As soon as he entered, he saw a man pointing a gun at more than twenty people. He thought: Shit, with so much time to rob a damn bank, you really have to rob me when I come to withdraw some money!

It was an old gun, one of those from the 21st century. Geremi chuckled to himself: seriously, who pulls off an armed robbery alone with a piece of shit like that?

He pulled out his state-of-the-art gun, which fired lasers with incredible precision, capable of piercing diamond like butter. The robber, seeing Geremi armed, pulled a young woman toward him and took her hostage. He pointed the gun at her and shouted:

—Drop the gun or she'll die!—

Geremi looked at him intently and replied:

—Seriously? Are you crazy, brother?–

—If I lower the gun, she and I could die. If I don't, I could kill you before or after you kill her. Either way, I'm alive!–

—Why would I lower my gun to be in an uncomfortable position where you're pointing a gun at me, when this position—with me pointing at you—is much more comfortable and safe?–

—Seriously! You people believe so much in the crap you see on TV, because...–

He didn't even finish his speech. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head at the same time he heard the bang of a gun.

What Geremi didn't know was that the bank wasn't being robbed by a single individual. There were five. While one acted, others mingled among the hostages. One of them was already behind him and was the one who fired the shot.

Blood splattered across the floor. The hostages screamed in terror. Geremi fell, unconscious, and thought:

Seriously... dead in the middle of a speech!

That saying isn't wrong after all...

"The villain dies from talking too much."