MTL - Rebirth in America: Great Slave Owner - v2 Chapter 209 "Praying Hands"

This is a legend of a young hero rising against the heavens, trampling on deities, fighting against the masses, extermin...

After being heavily wounded on a mission, the dying commander of the special forces Qin Xiao was brought back to the mountain base on the back of a tiger. According to the rumors, that day, it was an extremely beautiful Persian cat that called out the guard soldier and found the commander.

This strange event was transmitted throughout the base, and it became a sensation in the whole place.

After transmigrating into a cat, Bai Xia Xia has been extremely worried. She could understand beast language, eat fruits, and catch fish, but it was useless, her beast friends did not eat cooked food. For half a year, she did not eat a mouthful of cooked meat at all, and everything was so plain that she was going crazy.

She deliberated and pondered, thinking seriously about Cat’s remaining life—being a house cat is good, there will be a poop shovel officer (a pet owner) to serve me. A suitable poop shovel officer was not easy to find, living conditions were not guaranteed, and the risk of becoming a stray cat was high.

Therefore, she found an iron rice bowl (a lifetime employment), working for her home country (in a governmental position).

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Bai Qingqing, the disciple of the Divine Physician, with goodwill, treats the domineering Prince for blindness, only to render herself at the mercy of him. In the name of practicing medicine, the doctress makes him have spicy cuisine for every meal as revenge. Seeing him frown upon the food, sweat at the pungent dishes, she is merely stoked! Poor Qingqing is no villain material, she ends up having a soft spot for him. Her tender care for the Prince unknowingly reveals her biggest secret-her true identity. After the prince’s eyes are cured, he mobilizes the military with great fanfare to keep her around…

A fourth chance at life. The last chance.Zarek remembered when he first experienced the Godsfall Apocalypse. Those tears of red and sparkling rouge that split the skies, opening up one dangerous realm after another.That feeling of helplessness had been palpable, heavy... suffocating. It hung above his head like a guillotine, an edge graced by death's kiss...He grinned at it.One last ride, no Talents left on his stat screen, and nothing but a dull machete and his girl by his side. What was a better thrill than that?How could he possibly fail a fourth time?Unfortunately, there were others. Other Rebirthers. Some that might have been on their last attempt just like him, or some that still had more to give to this cruel world.None of it mattered, though. He had planned everything out meticulously, each life playing its own role.He would come out on top this time. How could he not?He was Zarek Ashborn.