MTL - Problematic Sister Fell In Love With Me - Chapter 500 What to say, what to say, and what not to say

Zhao Yu came to the deserted planet to build a base, create an underground city and hide in it.

Worried about the threat from the unknown civilization, Zhao Yu dug out a small half of the planet and built star destroyer cannons capable of destroying the planet, as well as tens of thousands of fully intelligent mechanical dogs in various forms.

The defensive robotic dog, the Gate God, would disguise itself as a small mountain and fortify around the base.

Detection and gathering robot dog – Tsotan, would disguise as a rolling stone and wander around the planet to collect useful resources.

Combat robot dog – Nezha, would disguise as a crater, scattered around the base, ready to be able to attack the enemies that may come.

Around the base, they were ready to attack the enemies that might come.

On this day, his gathering robot dog – Tsotan, dragged back a spaceship. It captured three alien creatures, claiming to be from Earth.

Zhao Yu was confused. “Didn’t I travel to the deep space of the universe? How come I’m on the back of the moon and being treated as an alien by humans?”

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They erased her name...They rewrote his life...Now they both remember.She was the secret buried beneath the apocalypse.Lupin-13- also known as Mikka Hale-was the government's biggest mistake. A girl experimented with werewolf DNA, failed the expectations, then thrown into the deadlands like trash.She wasn't supposed to survive... But she did.Now she's a myth.A shadow in the ruins.A hunter among the hunted.Major Jay Cruz was their perfect soldier. His mission: retrieve the cure.But the “cure” is a girl...And she was the woman he once promised to burn the world for.Now, hunted by the very system that rewrote their pasts, Jay and Mikka must face what was stolen-and what still burns inside them.She was the cure.He was the blade.They'll bring the system to its knees -then to its grave.

I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination…

Do not underestimate the act of tilling the soil. The practice of farming holds the power to command the clouds and dictate the rainfall with a mere flick of the wrist. Similarly, never undervalue the humble farmer, who might draw the gaze of stunning women, and vie for the affections of fluttering butterflies.A stunning journalist makes for a worthy companion, and even an aloof, imperious law enforcement officer could be brought to plead for mercy. A tutor? Allow me to provide additional instruction! I may appear as a regular individual, but through a stroke of fortune, I have embarked on a captivating journey, dancing amidst the wind and the clouds!