MTL - Movies and TV: a New Class Per World - Chapter 37

In the Year 30XX… Humans have long been discovering the wonders of the universe and exploring the great galaxies beyond the milky way.

They are not alone.

The universe is primal and untamed with civilisations pitted against one another in battles to decided life and death.

Mankind is one of the weakest races but have discovered cultivation techniques that morph their bodies and grant them unimaginable power.

Sui Meng was just an ordinary girl who woke up in the body of sixteen year old Sophie Peterlor.

Sophie is the half human hybrid of a prestigious duke house but faces discrimination based on her racial heritage and apparent lack of cultivation talent.

This changes when Sophie discovers a cultivation manual hidden in the necklace given by her late mother.

'Spider Whisper Art'

Sometimes power comes with a price…

“I will be the strongest sorcerer in the world!”Ash said, with her mom chasing right behind trying to spank her for not finishing the vegetables.In a world of 8 different elemental attributes, a girl was born with a humble and basic [Fire] attribute, yet she grew up to be a narcissist with a flaming ego and a fiery loud-mouth. All because the first skill she used at the age of 5, was an unparalleled SSS-Rank [Fireball]And she would soon learn that this world wasn't so accommodating to her antics.

Shiman, a new EVE player, traveled to the vast interstellar age and obtained the technology in EVE.

Intelligent life, battleships, space stations, etc., can all be brought into reality.

Civilization hegemony? Body war?

The outside is too dangerous, and the stable (pa) heavy (si) stone man just wants to play games and engage in construction in the barren Alpha star field.

Until the arrival of a group of fleeing interstellar pirates…

PS: This book is also called “EVE Adorable Survival Guide”, “EVE High Security Death Raiders”…

- Description from novelbuddy

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.