MTL - Apocalypse Cockroach - v3 Chapter 1284 Yarrow?

By coincidence, Li Yunmu found a super machine from humanity’s age of darkness. From that point onwards, his ordinary life would never be the same! Aptitude? Innate talent? What are these? Could they be eaten?

I have neither aptitude nor innate skill, but my shadow can level up using hacks. Experience, Ability points, battle prowess… all of them could be hacked. Even while he is asleep or tired, he could still increase his skills.

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In the magical Yarran World, a group of extraordinary professionals ventured into dangerous places for knowledge, wealth, thrill, and honor, exploring secrets hidden in the depths of time. Coexisting with dangers, they were given a fitting name—adventurers.With so many adventurers around, there would be a few oddballs, of course. Take for instance, the swordsman who used to be a thirsty hedonist and now spent his days looking for ways to put his life in danger; the knight who saw gold coins as his ultimate pursuit; the schizophrenic and overly curious priest, and the genius mage who was prone to zoning out and could not care of himself. What kind of strange stories would these kooky individuals create when they came together?Alright, all the above are just nonsense. In truth, this is a casual story of an abnormal, unscrupulous middle-aged man and a few problematic girls undergoing self-therapy- I mean, seeking redemption.You have been solemnly warned that this story is purely fictional. If there is any glaring similarity, you probably need self-therapy too.

Su Bei sat on No-Sword Peak, contentedly watching his female disciple scurry about.That would have completed his first task for his System Quest assigned by “The Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback for Discipleship” system!Xia Ruoching looked at Su Bei with a serious face,“Master, this is the spiritual fruit I got from the Sect Leader. He said it'd be helpful for your injuries!”Su Bei gazed at the half-black, half-red fruit in front of him and fell into deep thought.“Are you sure this is what the fruit looks like?”“......”“This is the real deal, Master! That half is definitely not poisoned! Eating this spiritual fruit would be such a wonderful experience, ah!”“?”“......”Years later.Su Bei, while leading one of his many disciples back to Sword Sect, suddenly sneezed and muttered,“That's strange. Why do I keep feeling like a bunch of people are cursing me?”The eldest disciple looked at the new junior sisters with a stunned expression, “What? You want to kill Master too?”......The book is also known as “I Have the Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback System for Discipleship.”“I Am a Transmigrator, Not the Su Bei You Know!”“I Really Didn't Steal The Disciples' Talents, Okay!”“Assassinations from the Reincarnated Disciples!”“Assassinating Master”

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.