MTL - Freelance Artist - Chapter 192 listen to me thank you

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.

The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.

There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.

There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.

There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.

What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.

Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.

Ling Fei, the son of a fisherman in Sanxian Island, was accidentally involved in a mysterious continent–Arad, after learning that his celestial destiny was shallow and that he had no way to ascend.

Sword, there are unique adventurers here. Ling Fei, who has just arrived, has a mysterious mission and an ancient blood. The silent Grand Forest is roaring, the ancient ruins of the king are lamenting, and it is unknown what the legendary headless horseman is chasing.

On the ground, Ling Fei gets acquainted with his partners, takes risks, and becomes a legend!

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Honjou Kaede was invited by her friend, Shiromine Risa to play a VRMMO.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.