Mage Manual - Chapter 617 - 497 All-Knowing Weaver Personally Adds More

Lin Sui transmigrated into the cannon fodder of a cultivation text, a cannon fodder with a human cauldron constitution, destined to be a servant. Lin Sui, unwilling to resign himself to it, seduced the Son of Heaven, but when the cut out his Dao bone and transferred it to himself, the Heavenly Law struck him down.

That Dao bone in his body became the System that restrained him, issuing the order: You must retrieve all of his soul, serve him as your master in every world, and spare no effort for him until your dying day!

Lin Su was all smiles as he agreed, but all his life, the thing he loathed most was others telling him what to do.

Therefore…

In the first world, he was an arrogant and domineering, rich and powerful Young Master, while the other person was a pitiful and humble illegitimate child.

He humiliated him by saying he was only fit to carry his shoes, and spoke words of love next to his ear when the noise of the crowd boiled over.

System: You motherxxxxxx [beep——]

Lin Sui, innocently: Aren’t I serving him as my master?

In the second world, he was a newly-promoted top talent in the entertainment industry, while the other person was a former Best Actor who went silent after an accident.

He ridiculed and suppressed him, saying deserved to make a comeback even if he was past his prime, and kissed the scars on his body at night, leaving resources behind to gracefully leave afterwards.

System: [beep——]

Lin Sui, spreading his hands: Am I still not sparing enough effort?

In the third world, he was an S-rank Alpha, while the other person was a mentally-damaged former SSS-rank Alpha.

He looked down on him, saying that useless people also deserved to get back on the battlefield, and when no one was around he said ‘since you can’t smell pheromones, then I will be your omega’, and almost lost his life giving himself to the other person.

System: …..

Lin Sui, smiling: Is my dying day enough?

Even though, in the end, he was tucked away in a golden house by the wealthy upstart, captured by the triple gold Best Actor, and completely embraced by the Imperial Marshal, he was still happy.

System, weeping bitter tears: Big brother, I’m begging you, I won’t tell you what to do any more!

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As the second daughter of Ningyuan Army General, Qin Wanru, who had been set up by her so-called mother and elder sister, lost her reputation and suffered a lot on her wedding in her previous life.

Garou woke up in the world of Naruto, reborn as an ordinary civilian of the Hidden Leaf Village.To his shock, he discovered he suffered from the same limitation as Rock Lee: completely talentless in both ninjutsu and genjutsu. Worse yet, he belonged to the same generation as Naruto and the other members of the Konoha 12.But Garou wasn’t the type to quit. He knew that pure grind beats natural talent.Might Guy had already proven that much.However, unlike Guy, Garou had seen the end. He had watched the anime.He understood that taijutsu, as powerful as it was, always burned out like a firework, brilliant but brief.And this time, he had no intention of going out like that.Determined to break past the limits, Garou began creating his own techniques, pushing the boundaries of what a “mere” civilian could achieve.And the mysterious light orb in his mind granted him powers based on the influence his techniques had on others and the world itself.The world of Naruto would never be the same again.The grind doesn’t stop until the world bows before his fists.

Life isn’t dramatic.

Takasugi Shinsaku once mentioned, “The mind to bring interest to an otherwise uninteresting world”, but if you’ll let me have my say, “An otherwise uninteresting world is also interesting”.

The world is just right with this level of boredom.

That is the conclusion to the results of my, Kagoshima Akira’s seventeen years of lived experience.

It’s not like anything’s ever going to happen.

I mean.

Witches from other worlds,

and cyber soldiers paying a visit from the future,

and psychics fighting under the instruction of research institutions

don’t exist, after all.