MTL - Back to My Dad’s High School Days - Chapter 87 season finale

[Are you crippled?][Did your fiancé break the engagement?][Did you lose your family to a demon attack? Are you the last surviving member of your clan, seeking revenge?][Does your family look at you with pity because you're the only one without any innate spiritual roots?][Are you tired of being told that you're a 'waste of resources'?][Are you stuck with no way to progress? Are you tired of being weak and helpless?][Well, have no fear! This Supreme Master is here to help you!]

As a Male Ant King, Dragon Cypress is supposed to be welcomed in in the all-female Ant Clan Kingdom. The reality, however, is the opposite. Seventeen Great-Headed Ant Kings all express no interest in him. Fortunately, Dragon Cypress stumbles upon Dominating Throne, the brainchild of another civilization, which allows him to breed even without a female ant and build his kingdom.[Experiment number GADSSS541, Top secret][Creator Civilization, Dominating Throne, gene information identification and editing system overhaul complete, transported by the Alliance Expedition Army's 168th Army, 741st Corps Commander Hou Wenfeng, handed over to Phoenix Galaxy GA541 laboratory director Liu Zhihong...][Please select a type of Messenger][Guardian of Strength][Producer of Agriculture]

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.