MTL - Summoner of Miracles - Chapter 2515 "Real mother"

The ultimate power that controls everything... Time.

Rock, reincarnated in Shun Long's half-dead body when a mysterious rock merged with him, and a sudden influx of information flooded his head.

He is now cultivating in a mysterious technique that can affect time, as he adventures through the cultivation world fighting geniuses, while he reaches the pinnacle in both martial arts and alchemy.

Lin Yan had transmigrated into the world of Immortals and had become a Heavenly Emperor who was already defeated by the Male Lead along with the ten Female Leads at the beginning of the plot.

But as Lin Yan was about to die, he awakened a power that he could use to rewrite his past doings.

So, Lin Yan has begun to rewrite his past.

When Lin Yan was still a child, he struggled to feed Xiao Yanran, one of the female leads, who was then younger than him. He had to strip his Supreme Bone and give it to her, protect her from the obstacles. He made a vow, “As long as I am here, no one will be allowed to bully you.”

Later when Lin Yan’s cultivation rose , he had run into Xiao Mei, yet another heroine, and the two of them spent time together and eventually got married. When the Devils were about to invade their world, Lin Yan said staring right into his wife’s eyes, “I will protect you with my life…”

And soon he rose to become the Heavenly Emperor.

Everything he did was to shelter his loved ones and to protect the world.

However, his actions were misunderstood by the world.

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Let’s see what all Lin Yan had done in the past…

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

“Yuri, the Pringles! We’re out of Pringles!”“Alright! I’ll trade you 8 boxes of ramen! No, make it 10 boxes!”“Cola is definitely the devil’s creation!”Cider, cola, snacks, ramen.If they don’t have it, I’ll make it myself.