MTL - Technological Empire Starts From Shanzhai System - Chapter 483 The global oil stock price crashed!

“No way, Salino, you said that this little guy who killed 300 million pirates in one blow, who is only eight years old this year, is your biological brother?!”

Sengoku Marshal’s office, Akainu, Aokiji, Garp, Sengoku, Crane, all looked confused. “It’s really him!”

Huang Yuan was also shocked and confused, his younger brother was obviously only eight years old, how could he be so fierce? ! At this time, summer is here. Sengoku invited him to join the navy.

“Joining the navy is no problem, I want to be an admiral!”

Red Dog frowned: “General? Just you?” Xia Tian made a decisive move, and sent Red Dog flying with one punch, shocking the audience!

“Yes, it’s just me.”

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The first time I realized that I ‘couldn’t die’ was during a practical training exercise in my third year as a hero cadet.A beast suddenly leaped out of the bushes and tore into my neck.‘How did I come back to life?’Yes, I came back to life. I didn’t die.And now, after hundreds, even thousands of years, I was still alive. Only I had survived.“But now… it’s finally over.”After wandering for millennia, I thought I could finally put an end to this long existence…“Dale! Dale Han! How dare you sleep during my class? You’ve got some nerve, don’t you?”“…Huh?”But what awaited me at the end of my long existence wasn’t a period, but a repeat sign.

Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.