MTL - I Am the Most Ruthless and Scumbag In This World - Chapter 10 save your poor brother

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.

[Progression-Fantasy | Overpowered | Kingdom Building | Monster Girls | Literary RPG Mechanics][ACHIEVEMENT UNPRECEDENTED][You have successfully embraced the Origin: Celestial Archive][You have earned the talent: Summon (Rank E)][You have been gifted the ability to summon a single SSS-Rank creature][You have unlocked a new talent: Talent Copy][You have summoned Amara - Night Queen (SSS-Rank)][You have awakened the talent: Blood Monarch (Rank SSS)]In the Kingdom of Eirland, Hunters battle vicious monsters that emerge from mirror dimensions known as Events.Markus White awakens a Common Tier Origin, 'Scout', at the age of 15, dreaming of making it big as a Hunter. But Hunters like him are a dime a dozen, their efforts insignificant in the grand scheme.One day, while clearing an Event Rapture with his team, an unexpected incident leads him to encounter a dragon.Now armed with the Supreme Tier Origin 'Celestial Archive', which allows him to summon powerful Monster Girls, how will Markus use his newfound abilities? And what impact will his existence have on the world?

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.