Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant - Chapter 477: When the Snipe and the Clam Fight

Rick Rolland didn’t expect to die young while gooning to some peak milf video, and he definitely didn’t expect to wake up in a world of dragons, elves, ancient empires, and magic older than civilization itself.But even worse than death was the cheat ability he received. Right after reincarnating, a small glowing figure floated out of his chest.A tiny chibi old-butler spirit with monocle, mustache, and a permanent irritated look.“Ahem. Welcome to Zorathia, gooner user.”[MATURE AFFINITY SYSTEM ONLINE]“You can only gain EXP by increasing affection with women aged 30 or above. Try not to die… while gooning again because you can have womans now...”Rick froze. Other isekai heroes would kill goblins, slay dragons, or train with legendary swords.But him? He levels up by seducing older women.“Slay goblins? Too simple.Lift a sword? Too mainstream.You, gooner user, must charm experienced ladies until they blush.It builds character and yours is nonexistent.”And just like that, Rick’s life in Zorathia spiraled into chaos.--------------------------------------------------Disclaimer: No NTR and Yuri. But there's some netori.any additional questions can be asked to me in the commentsDiscord: https://discord.gg/fD38nPykq7

The future of the world and the direction of time possess infinite possibilities. Even the same event may lead to two completely opposite outcomes due to a millisecond deviation in completion time.

I have led the Evolutionary Deluge, causing species worldwide to evolve and creating a splendid era of warriors. I have also allowed the invasion of evil gods, bringing those indescribable ancient dominators to the mortal world, instantly corrupting the Earth with evil beings.

In the infinite space-time, there are a million possibilities. I have witnessed the divinization of machinery and have seen the revival of myths. Humans call me: The Creator of Everything, The Eternal Supreme God, The Cause of All Results, The Origin of Everything.

But.. I prefer to call myself a humble observer.

Weary reader, it is an honor for you to choose this book in this heavy, dark library room.

Somewhat sadly, the book is sick.

Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of the book cover,

The words written in the old days are like parasites rooted in the pages of the book, hoping that someone can observe their wriggling,

To feel, to analyze, to touch the story of the disease.

If you insist on borrowing this book, be sure to check your physical condition regularly.

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