MTL - Strange Worlds: The Sequence - Chapter 51 Everything is ready

You think too much, cultivation is not like this…

When Kong Hou steps on the path to cultivation, she learns that all xianxia stories are full of lies.

A relaxed cultivation story.

Kong Hou: a traditional musical instrument like a harp. The female protagonist’s name.

- Description from novelupdates

After being transmigrated to the world of the game Global Lord, Wang Xiao received a beast as his beginner unit.

His start was a little lackluster, but, fortunately, he had also received the 10000x Amplifier system.

The beginner bloodline was amplified by 10000 times.

His F-grade beast, Black-furred Dog, immediately became the S-grade beast, Cerberus.

The time was sped up by 10000 times.

The 30 years that it would take the A-grade beast, Immortal Pheonix, to mature had been shortened to one day.

The reproduction rate had been increased by 10000 times.

In just over a night, the SSS-grade beast, Primordial Divine Dragon, had bred a ton of baby dragons.

Every other lord was stunned.

“Why are his beasts growing so fast?”

“Are you telling me that huge island is actually his Divine Beast, the Black Turtle?”

“10000 Ancient Titans from the east and 10000 Mammoths from the west? How am I supposed to fight that? I’d rather just die!”

In Academy City, magic and science coexist in an unwavering power struggle. Toma Kamijo, an academically-challenged student in Academy City, wields the power of the Imagine Breaker in his right hand, which allows him to completely negate all supernatural powers – as well as his own luck. When he happens upon a mysterious nun named Index, whose mind has been implanted with the Index Librorum Prohibitorum – 103,000 ancient texts banned by the Church – Toma’s luck is about to be pushed to its limits when he finds himself in the middle of a war he never expected!

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