MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire - Chapter 521 【Still happy to be a cat】

(A world is 40~50 chapters long, wear slowly)
An Yinong died young, and a system came to him: Our goal is to torture the mind and body, and make the scumbag crematorium!
An Yinong: Rejected.
The first world: the modern entertainment circle (overhead) has been completed.
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he has gone to the chasing dream music scene, and the scumbag, the scumbag’s Bai Yueguang, and the scumbag’s enemy are all chasing, but none of them have caught up.
system:……
The Second World: Ancient Paranormal (Overhead) has been completed.
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he went to the imperial examination to help the poor, and took the path of the scumbag, leaving the scumbag with nowhere to go.
system:……
The Third World: Era Harbor City (Overhead) has been completed.
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he opened two vests to draw comics, and the two vests are falling in love and killing each other.
system:……
The Fourth World: Interstellar Zerg (Alternate) Completed
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he awakened to become the ‘Queen’ during the live broadcast of Survival, and the higher Zerg were crying and shouting to tear themselves into pieces to feed the ‘Queen’.
system:……
The Fifth World: Reiki Recovery (Overhead) has been completed.
System: After kicking the boss, did the host do the task obediently?
No, he’s trying to be a mediocre pet groomer in a world full of mutants.
An Yinong (shou), who is conscientious in his career, & Han Yu (attack), who is conscientious in love, two-way arrows, 1V1.
1, the main subject, micro-people fans.
2. Relaxed and cool writing, the main plot is supplemented by feelings.
3. The first small world ending is be, and then all he. (The unacceptable little angel is cautious)
4. Daily change.

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Meng Qianqian, at the age of 15, married into the Lu Family to bring joy to the elderly matriarch.On the wedding night, urgent news arrived from the border that her husband had been commanded to go to war. Six months later, he tragically died at the hands of Beiliang soldiers.Five years later, the husband who had been presumed dead returned, and by his side was an ethereal mute woman named Wan'er.Lu Lingxiao said that Wan'er was the descendant of a loyal and righteous family, entirely different from her—a merchant girl reeking of copper coins. He claimed Wan'er was a true paragon of noble character.Lu Lingxiao also said that Wan'er was an eagle soaring in the heavens, while someone like her was nothing more than a fragile flower, unworthy of comparison.It was not until the land was broken, the city walls fell, and she wielded a Red Tassel Spear to crush countless soldiers that Lu Lingxiao realized he had misjudged her.She was not a delicate flower confined within the depths of the mansion; she was the fiercest west wind of Yumen Pass.

Japan – National News BroadcastThe polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast.“Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan,” she began, her voice steady yet tense. “More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime.”A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror.The anchor’s tone shifted. “Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue.”---United States – Paranormal PodcastIn a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair.“So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?” the host asked, clearly intrigued.The man scoffed, shaking his head. “Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other.”He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.“Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!” the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement.The host held up the picture to the live chat. “Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?”The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue.---China – Liangyuan Street MarketSurveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns.Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed.The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty.The screen cut abruptly to black.

In a mass ambush at the Battle of the Gods, the four major guilds with all their armies surrounded one man alone: McRae, known by all players as the God of War.

But even the God of War could not survive alone against hundreds of attackers.

Yet, when McRae opened his eyes again, he’d returned to the first-day launch of the game, [Divine Domain]- and he still had his full-level character, with all classes available to him to switch freely between at any time.

With all his previous memories, McRae knew that their entire world would soon merge with the game world, where death would become permanent… And so he turned on Divine Domain once more– this time fully aware of every detail about the players, the treasures, and the game itself.

Before the four guilds were even formed, McRae would have a guild and an army of his own.