MTL - Machine Storm - Chapter 442 mission Impossible

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?

Senju clan ancestral hall, everyone: “I hope that the ancestors will bless me and make my Senju clan great again…”

But the protagonist stared at a photo in the ancestral hall: “Uzumaki Mito looks really good.”

~The personality of the crumbs in the crumbs was detected, “Grass Dungeon” was awakened, the mission goal… to make the Senju great again! Now start assigning you a great mission guide… Already assigned, Uzumaki Mito!

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With a few words, the protagonist carries the soul of Uzumaki Mito, and awakens the very grassy “Grass Dun”.

The magnificent Mrs. Hokage… In order to make the Senju clan great again, to protect Konoha and even the ninja world, and to prevent the protagonist from spoiling this world, I have broken my heart.

- Description from novelbuddy

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years.In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions.Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night.At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world.Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms.Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields!Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears!“I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!”

Intelligence without ambition is like a bird without wings.