MTL - Eighteen Years Old - Chapter 94

Qi Tian was determined to design the most advanced aircraft engine but accidentally lost his life while saving others. He then transmigrated to the National Master Manor in the Cultivation World and became a disciple of the National Master, with an extra engine appearing inside him.Whether it's enemies or spirit stones and elixir, they all can serve as fuel for his engine. With the engine roaring, his cultivation journey is as unstoppable as a flying plane.As a National Master, he assists in setting up emperors and selecting heirs. The nation thrives, and the people live in peace.As a cultivator, he sweeps away all kinds of spirits and demons. Emperors bow their heads, and warlords make way.What did you say? A monk wants to bring three great demon cultivators through here? Can you tell them that my engine needs an upgrade?[This book is written in a refreshing style, making reading easy and relaxing. Your support is greatly appreciated.]

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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Adrian Voss was a forgotten beta tester—erased by a corrupt game company that put profit over players.Now reborn in Primordial Abyss with a glitched class that lets him control dungeon bosses, he doesn’t grind levels… he grinds players.Every monster he subjugates becomes a weapon. Every raid boss he enslaves earns him passive income. And every overconfident guild that steps into his domain?They drop loot when they die.But this isn't just another OP power trip. Adrian doesn't win because he's stronger—he wins because he's smarter. He lays traps like a raid leader, exploits mechanics like a dev, and rewrites the system from the shadows.From dungeons to PvP, he turns the most advanced gaming system ever built into a weapon that stabs its creators in the back.Now the streamer assassins, sponsored guilds, and even the developers are hunting for the one they call...The Dungeon Phantom.Too bad they don’t realize:The real dungeon isn’t the game.It’s the one they’re walking into.Let the hunt begin.

In the year 1368, at the end of July, deep crimson shall descend from the heavens.

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