MTL - Self-cultivation of Male Supporting Role - Chapter 37 I am happy

Naoki's big brother revealed that he is an infinite regressor. He broke the cycle and came to Earth to guide him to the world where he is destined to rule. He also revealed a prophecy, that Naoki is the destined one.After that, Naoki reincarnated as Aether von Noctvain, heir to one of the Seven Great Families of the Empire.However, as he begins to uncover hidden truths, he discovers that the prophecy was a lie, crafted by Celestial beings who feared his brother's power.Enraged, he vowed to avenge his brother. Even as a mere mortal, he killed a demi-god. As punishment for killing a celestial being, his mana was sealed.Soon after, his own companions betrayed him. The entire world turned against him, branding him a heretic who rebelled against divinity.They even killed his family and his fiancée.Through an ancient relic, Aether is sent back in time. This time, he will make everyone pay, He will strip their skin away with cruelty, fueled by madness.“I swear, I will raise those I cherish to heights no god can reach and drag every traitor screaming into hell,Even if it drives me past the edge of madness.”Let vengeance walk beside insanity.Let sanity shatter.The gods spoke of salvation, but offered only chains. butThey miscalculated one thing:Aether von Noctvain does not beg fate.He is the hand that will make fate bleed.

Chief tactician Lin Yan entered an e-sports novel. At this time, there was still a whole year to go before the original plot started.

The big devil who would frighten people in the future was still a thin-skinned little anchor; the disaster who once disturbed the e-sports circle was playing as an accompanying player; the best healer was sitting on the cold bench of a third-rate team; the strongest king at shooting his mouth off offended the media and his black materials were flying all over the place…

They would shine as the plot progressed but unfortunately, their teams weren’t strong enough. In the end, they couldn’t escape the fate of a cannon fodder.

Lin Yan couldn’t bear to see these talents being wasted. The e-sports professional reality show started and he spent money to set up the GH Club, moving from east to west to select his team.

The variety fans: ??? Is this ‘Go Home’ team picking up the junk?

This lasted until all the opponents were coughing up blood at GH’s tactics and could only watch GH get a ticket to the professional league.

The entire e-sports circle knew that apart from their captain Jing Yuanzhou, the entire GH team was a group of barely qualified variety show players not worth paying attention to. As a result, this toxic team swept through the field and reached the top in their first year of the league.

When the media interviewed GH: Captain Jing, why did you agree to Coach Lin and joined GH?

Jing Yuanzhou: He pestered me every day saying ‘I want you’. It was really difficult to turn down such great kindness.

Lin Yan: “???”

Check the salary deduction warning.

The entire Internet went crazy: Parental love is real!!!

Chen Xi was a jinx who radiated misfortune the way a torch radiated light, and everyone around him knew it. His entire clan was annihilated when he was young, and not too long after that his parents disappeared. His marriage contract? Poof. Torn to shreds and gone up in smoke before the eyes of everyone in the city, almost humiliating his grandfather to the point of suicide! Cultivation? No time for that, he had a family to take care of!

This is the story of Chen Xi, a youth forced to stop cultivating and instead craft talismans to pay for his younger brother’s tuition… and who, in the process, would rise to become known by all as the Talisman Emperor!

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