MTL - A War Between Spies - Chapter 1269 I am optimistic about you.

“I am an exception.”—Dimm....Growing up in poverty, Dimm never expected anything good in life. His main means of earning had been through begging.However, even he didn't know there would come a day that would be his last day on Earth. He had received a chocolate from a girl. Along with the snack, was a game card.After consuming the chocolate, Dimm bilocated into a Survival game where he must soar through all challenges.But, he seemed to be chosen for another cause in this survival game.In this game, he will suddenly begin to uncover his lineage which he had long not known anything about. He is embodied with the mark of a forgotten god of the game and must thrive to complete the initial course of this god.To achieve this, he had inherited a different system from the other...***«Game Breaking Loopholes Detected!»[>>>Glitch Unlocked!][>>>Unlimited Evolution Unlocked!][>>>Alteration Unlocked!][>>>Devourer Unlocked!]“Good luck, Dimm.”...Follow me to wander the path of this novel as Dimm takes on responsibility, explores the game world, and strives to complete its missions.Tags:#Kingdom Building#Survival Challenges#Mystery Unravel#Harem...

He died because he could not kill ‘him’.

He lived because he could not kill ‘him’.

Kang Yoonsoo, who had lived 999 lives by losing to the Demon Emperor.

Once again, he went back twenty years in time, back to his starting point.

“I will end this.”

Either he dies, or ‘he’ dies.

The thousandth life of a man who has mastered all the skills in the world begins.

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.