MTL - Marvel’s Scientist to God - v2 Chapter 254 Catch me alive

A s*ave boy, Ram, who assassinated an enemy commander to end a war.Jedrik, the great chieftain of the North.Demion, the prince of the South.Charlon, the duke’s daughter.The blood oath they forged plunges a seemingly ended war back into chaos.

[Character Deleted.]I deleted the character I had been raising for over 5 years.To finally defeat the final boss of Demon Fantasy—the one I could never quite beat.For the sake of defeating ‘Baal’.“…I can just start over. I can do it.”And then…[Special reward has been granted!]“What? A mythic-tier trait?”The perfect opportunity had arrived.“This time, for sure!”I’ll raise the strongest mage and take down Baal!At least, that’s what I thought when—[Welcome to Demon Fantasy.]I found myself inside a world teeming with 666 kinds of demons.And I had the ‘special reward’ I just received!“…Fine. Let’s see who wins this.”I was confident.After all, I’ve been a veteran of this game for 10 years.

Bai Chuan has a particularly powerful ability, he can take apart everything in the world as a model and choose the best ability structure to give to himself.

If he was born in a mythical world, given him a period of time, he would be able to overthrow the heavens and the world, become an immortal and become an ancestor.

If he was born in a world with extraordinary monsters and beasts, given him a period of time, he could also become the strongest beast, called invincible and immortal.

It’s a pity…he was born in an ordinary world of low martial arts.

“The water in this world is too shallow to raise real dragons…” He looked at the sky and muttered to himself.

Since real dragons cannot be raised in shallow water, wouldn’t it be better to make the pond deeper?

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Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.