MTL - I Am the Corpse King - Chapter 170 wanted

1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

In an era of global awakening of supernatural abilities, Lin Tianming awakens his SSS-level talent. He thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life, only to overhear the heartfelt thoughts of his school beauty girlfriend who hates him to the core.[Lin Tianming, you didn't expect me to be reborn, did you? In my previous life, you let me down. In this life, I will not be fooled by your sweet words again!]Having a reborn girlfriend who is merely putting on a show is already troublesome enough, but little does he know, there's more than one person he has wronged. At this moment, each of them is on their way to find him!--------------------------Features elements of Lovecraftian horror, with themes of inner demons, corruption, genetic ascension, mechanical ascension, and psionic ascension emerging in the later stages.

In the town of Last Hope, anyone without an awakened power is treated as less than a person.

At the age of 17, Stanley has lost all hopes of getting any power. However, one day he realizes that he actually has 3 different ones. Although, none of his 3 powers seem to follow the rules that other people's powers abided by.

Has he still not finished awakening his powers, or is this something different? And will this at all help him with getting his revenge against those that were responsible for his mother's death?

Follow Stanley as he uncovers conspiracies, mysteries, and most importantly, the truth about himself in his pursuit of revenge.

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

[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.