MTL - God Emperor - Chapter 23 Hunting Green Deer

Rael, once a teenager crippled by social anxiety, is reincarnated 1,553 years into the future after reading a book about Milford, the legendary God of Machima—a man who commanded armies of Steelborn, Machnoids, and Autonoms across the universe. Gifted with the Machima Bloodline and guided by Dominica, the World Domination System, Rael quickly rises to become the strongest World Conqueror.He first saw them on the book’s cover—steel women with lifelike faces, beasts with razor limbs, and looming above them all, a god in robes with a mechanical hand raised high. Coiled over him were a gigantic centipede and serpent of metal, guardians of his legend. Now, deep in a junkyard centuries later, Rael forges his own path. His first creation: an unbreakable fortress born in the dirt, a hulking Steelborn Tortoise with a mind sharper than any AI—crafted by Rael’s divine talent. From admiring Milford and wishing to be like him, Rael now marches forward to leave his own mark on the universe.Join him as he rises in rank across his world—and beyond.

A strange event happened in Blue Star, a large number of Blue Star people were affected by a mysterious force, and their souls temporarily traveled to another world.

It’s a dark, weird world

Not only are the prices extremely high, but there are also many evil spirits quietly appearing. At the same time, various forces are fighting each other, and the people of the lower classes are suffering.

Yang Fangben, the attending physician of the mental hospital, also traveled through a strange incident.

Fortunately, he found that he had awakened a proficiency panel.

As long as you keep refreshing your proficiency, you can improve your own realm.

He grew up secretly, with corpses piled up under his feet, and he unknowingly embarked on a path of sagehood.

- Description from novelbuddy

【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】

“I can read minds and I understand psychology.

I can identify everything and even predict my own death.

However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die.

The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls.

The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes.

If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……”

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