MTL - Unlimited Supplies: Take the Space Supermarket To Support the Right Minister - Chapter 458 Do you not have a long memory?

Traveling through the world of comprehensive martial arts, Xia An awakens the god-level corpse-touching system, as long as he touches the corpse, he can get various rewards!

I wanted to develop wretchedly, but I just became a six-door patrol, and I was ruthless at the beginning!

Ruthless: “The pervert will die!”

Xia An: “Obviously you rushed up by yourself, so can you go down to the ground now…”

With being involved in various disputes, Xia An’s strength is constantly increasing.

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for touching Ye Gucheng’s body, gaining 20 years of internal strength, flying immortal sword moves from heaven and earth.”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for touching Yang Dingtian’s corpse, gaining a hundred years of skill, and moving the universe.”

…

Many years later, Emperor Ming looked at Xia An with a wry smile.

“Wu Wang, why don’t you be the emperor?”

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Mo Ran felt that taking Chu Wanning as his master was a mistake.

His Shizun was just so similar to a cat, while he was like a silly dog.

Dogs and cats were biologically different. The silly dog hadn’t originally intended to put his furry paws out towards that cat.

He originally thought that dogs should be with dogs, like his senior brother, who was beautiful and docile, like a cute Japanese Spitz. They would look so good together.

But after dying and coming back to life, after living two lifetimes, the one he’d brought back to his den both times was that snow-white kitty Shizun that he didn’t even have his eye on at first.

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I’ve reincarnated as the reverse harem game’s villainess, the one and only step-daughter of the Eckart duke family.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.