MTL - Heavenly Farmer - Chapter 226 experiment

Guy Larks was famous in his original world for his widespread charity work in poverty-stricken and war-torn nations.

He was especially known for his efforts in developing schools and educational facilities for children, as well as teaching and nurturing many students.

So it was devastating news to learn that he wouldn't live past his 30th year.

But he was given a second chance! A new life in another world, as a down-by-the-dumps teaching apprentice in a world of magic and wonder. He was given no cheat, just a Repository of Knowledge holding all the information he could bring with him from his previous life.

In this new world, Guy rediscovered his life's true calling! Ride along on Guy's journey as he changes the world one budding mind at a time, as the greatest teacher this world has ever seen!

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top

【Breaking News! Exceedingly Popular Manhua Artist Tang Zhi’s Amazing Boyfriend is Master He Xiu of Starlight General Merchandise!】

Internet User #1: 「Every time a new female star becomes popular, she wants my amazing Master He as her boyfriend/bankroller/Mr. Wang from next door.* You can’t change a person!!!!」

Internet User #2: 「No ^^, the main point is that now, they won’t even leave a manhua artist alone!」

Master He’s bad friend** also sent him a congratulatory message: 「Congrats for attaining the 10/10 Boyfriend Achievement! *casts flowers* *★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★*」

Master He replied: 「Excuse me, this time it’s real :)」

Obsessed with money + Misandry. Once, I had no delusions towards romance, but your voice made my entire world fall into the river of love.

*term used jocularly to refer to a neighbor who is supposedly sleeping with one’s wife

**friend who is a bad influence

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”