MTL - Medical Martial God - Chapter 1733 Survive

Ren Wu died once.Two thousand years ago, he was the Imperial Chancellor who governed Hell itself—an Auditor who enforced cosmic law, taxed gods, and sentenced demons with a brushstroke.Then Heaven and Hell cooperated.He was assassinated before he could finish signing a decree meant to fix the cycle of reincarnation.Now, he has awakened in the body of a dying factory owner at the bottom of the modern Underworld.His wealth is his health.His business is survival.His enemies are corporations, gangs, ancient clans—and the government of Hell.While others cultivate to become immortal heroes, Ren Wu cultivates assets.He monopolizes supply chains.He weaponizes contracts.He turns gangs into employees.He turns ancient cultivation manuals into corrected instruction manuals.To Ren Wu, modern cultivators are not warriors.They are illiterate workers using corrupted translations of Hell’s employee handbooks.As Ren rebuilds his corporate empire, fragments of his sealed memories return…Why did his archaeologist parents send him an ancient coffin before vanishing?Why does the Administration desperately want him erased?Why does every ancient family’s sacred art trace back to Hell?To uncover the truth, Ren Wu must do what he does best:Acquire political shields.Build unions.Exploit loopholes.Rewrite laws.Because in this world…You don’t punch judges.You don’t sue gangsters.And you never fight the system.You become the system.

Yan Fei ordered a small drone online, never expecting that the drone would suddenly become his avatar.Amazing, right? But what’s even more incredible is that this drone avatar can actually upgrade, into a drone fighter jet, a heavy combat jet, a stealth bomber……Are these powerful combat units really my avatars? Do they really expect me to take on the entire world?Yan Fei is utterly bewildered!

My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.Truth is? I don’t even like this world.I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.They think I’m a failure.Maybe I am.But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.

If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle bonfires, carry great swords, become skeletons, or heroes of legend.