MTL - Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?! - Chapter 210 Mirror (half more)

Earth, the land that the constellations were aiming for.

Hunter Choi Yeonseung decided to start special training to stop the constellations that want to monopolize Earth. His training location was the Abyss, a space where time flowed infinitely slowly. However, Choi Yeonseung was suddenly caught up in a magical storm and had to face the harsh Abyss head-on.

Choi Yeonseung went through unprecedented and infinite practical training throughout the Abyss and discovered a clue to be the first human to become a constellation.

The hard-working hunter, Choi Yeonseung, was reborn safely as a constellation.

Will he be able to save Earth, which is destined to fall prey to the constellations?

The hard-working, overpowered martial artist, Choi Yeonseung! The path he walks on to become the first human constellation!

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

I fervently critiqued the development of a Sherlock Holmes-based mystery gal game.Villain Maker: Fulfilling the probability of Professor Moriarty’s appearance.Love-Hate Relationship: Becoming ‘that man’ for Holmes.Lady of London: Completing one sham marriage with Watson.Freeze: Receiving a confession from Inspector Lestrade.Phantom Thief’s Treasure: Getting kidnapped by the Phantom Thief Lupin.In doing so, become this twisted world’s very probability.Best wishes, Mr. Isaac Adler.I’m screwed.

Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her.

His eyes were dark and serious. “…Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours.”

Gu Nianzhi: “!!!”

- Description from Novelupdates

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.