MTL - Lisko’s American Life - Chapter 2112 win over old classmates

A high-schooler who loves playing FPS games were reincarnated in the fantasy world. And usually, those who were isekaid were blessed with overpowered magic and a legendary beast. However, our main character is different.Instead of those things, he awakened a shop system where he could purchase American freedom! And since modern guns is as good as magic, he decided to make full use of this ability and make a name for himself in this new world.Fireball? Cute. My M203 grenade launcher makes a bigger boom.Summoned beast? That’s nice, I’ve got a UAV with thermal optics.You can split oceans with magic? Cool. I can erase cities with a nuke.Whatever overpowered spell you’ve got, I’ve got something better.

The best actor was shooting a doomsday movie when he suddenly transmigrated to a real doomsday world and became Aon Flearov, a young man with a huge debt and a blood-sucking family.What does one do in the apocalypse?Of course, shoot variety shows, live streams, do ads, act in movies, hold concerts and fan meetings—The whole showbiz world was placed in real apocalypses, and Aon, a newly-debuted doomsday star, was thrown to a random variety show to fight zombies!It was at this desperate moment that Aon awakened a superpower—A system.DING! [Heyo, dad, your son is online~]Aon: [Son, are you a farming system? A counterattack system? A pay-to-win system?? Anything will do!]The system instantly burst into tears: [B-but dad, I'm a superstar system!]And so, in a doomsday dating variety show:The system picked and chose a few “cabbages” seriously:[Dad, do you want to find me a zombie step mom or an alien step dad? Old or young? One, two, three, or four?]In a doomsday gourmet show:The system handed a frying pan, spatula, guitar, piano:[Go, dad! I want a stir-fry zombie brain, alien omakase, mutated beast AYCE, spirit plant pancakes— ]In a doomsday idol survival show:The system looked at the zombies and aliens crying on their knees, begging for mercy:[Dad! They're all moved by your singing! They want an encore!][Dad! After you do the zombie dance, the zombies collectively change their race's name!]Doing part-time jobs in the eternal sun apocalypse, camping in a natural disaster doomsday, living with aliens, styling zombies in Doomsday Supermodel, turning into plants and fighting zombies, fighting against fellow doomsday celebrities in Doomsday Survival championships—Here, there are various shows you can and can't imagine. Name one, and it will come true.#An actor who cannot become a superstar isn't a good doomsday survivor#The three no:No R18No haremNo BL/Yuri— no bullying the author!PS: This novel is written by the author's cat

“Mr. Chen, your order of one hundred buckets of fried chicken has arrived.”

“Mr. Chen, your order of one hundred roast ducks has arrived.”

“Mr. Chen, your order of ten thousand tons of pork has arrived.”

Known as the King of the Void, Chen Luo, relied on his unparalleled survival abilities to outlast all survivors, leaving no human left in the world except monsters.

Chen Luo, who found no meaning in living, buried himself in a pit. It wasn’t that he couldn’t survive, but that he didn’t want to.

After waking up, Chen Luo was surprised to find himself reborn one month before the apocalypse, with his unique space ability from his past life following him.

It goes without saying, he decided to stockpile ten billion supplies first. Why stockpile so much? Chen Luo said he wanted to try something different in this lifetime.

[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.