MTL - Real Apocalypse Game - Chapter 471 military base

Office worker Leon is reincarnated into a particularly punishing dating sim video game, where women reign supreme and only beautiful men have a seat at the table. But Leon has a secret weapon: he remembers everything from his past life, which includes a complete playthrough of the very game in which he is now trapped. Watch Leon spark a revolution to change this new world in order to fulfill his ultimate desire…of living a quiet, easy life in the countryside!

[Ding!]

[System Binding....]

[10...20...30...%&...@#,,,]

[Unknown Error! Unknown Error!]

[System unable to bind successfully]

[Invoking the emergency protocol]

“Hey, System!”

“System! Where are you?”

[Host bound to the Lotus World Providence]

[Host has gained eternal life]

“Hell yeah!”

Sigh!

“That was me... 10 years ago...”

“Now...” He took a deep breath and shook his head dejectedly.

Su Yen transmigrated to the Lotus World with high hopes after receiving his system and gaining eternal life.

“It's my time to rule the world!”

However, his grand ambitions came crashing down when he realized his system was nothing more than a knockoff.

“Who on earth created this pathetic knockoff system?!”

Sigh!

“At least, I can live forever and enjoy my life without ruling the world.”

Once again, his naive thoughts were shattered when he realized the world was not as peaceful as he thought.

He needs to increase the world's providence to enjoy this life or else...

He'll be damned to eternal suffering.

“System! I don't want eternal life again!”

“Please make me mortal!” He cried.

It was then he realized the importance of power.

You need strength to get what you want, but too much strength is also a curse, especially when the Bloodmoon Envoy arrives...

They start killing the strongest ones.

Su Yen, being immortal, wasn't scared of the Bloodmoon Envoys, but what about his loved ones? And what about the world providence?

Now, in the Lotus World where everyone is terrified of breakthroughs,

What can he do?

Too much talent is a curse. Lack of talent is also a curse.

“What kind of a messed-up world is this?”

Su Yen is in a dilemma about what to do with his life in this complicated world. However, everything changes when his clan is on the brink of destruction.

He must make a decision.

“Who cares about the world?”

“But no one dares to touch my clan and loved ones.”

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In the third year of the Kaihuang era, as the Great Sui began to unfold between the fall of the Northern Dynasties and the rise of the glorious Tang Dynasty, Emperor Yang Jian created the House of Blades – an intelligence agency for strategies and conspiracies – in preparation to unify the world.

On a snowy night, a convoy of tribute from the Kingdom of Khotan was raided. Not one soul survived the attack. Feng Xiao, Second Commandant of the House of Blades, was ordered by the Emperor to investigate the matter in person.

On the distant border, a storm brewed as major forces gathered from all sides in Liugong Town. The strong rubbed shoulders with the strong; the skilled crossed paths with the skilled.

Here, the ever-successful Second Commandant Feng ran into a wall for the first time – all because of a feeble Taoist priest with ailing health.

Some things would never be known if no fights were ever picked. Only through their skirmishes did Feng Xiao realise that this sick bastard seemed to have way more aliases and personas than he himself ever did.

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The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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