MTL - Season Division - Chapter 142 you found me

Lin Feng was originally in charge of Supermarket supply. One day the supermarket accidentally enters an Apocalypse world. The apocalypse is happening, he has a supermarket in his hand. See how Lin Feng brings a supermarket to survive the Apocalypse.

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After transmigrating to a parallel modern city, Zhang Yang became an international student overseas.At the same time, he awakened the Kaitō Kid System Template!His very first warning letter boldly pointed at the British Museum, targeting a lost Dragon Nation treasure!Meanwhile, the British authorities officially announced a full livestream of Kaitō Kid’s capture attempt!And so, under the watchful eyes of the entire world, a one-man show began—A dazzling performance that belonged to Zhang Yang.That belonged to the Silver-Winged Magician, Kaitō Kid!

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.