MTL - The Counterattack System is Only Available In the Mahayana Period - Chapter 561v2 Fellow Daoist Jiang Li, you know what you wrote

Fujii Itsuki unexpectedly found himself in Konoha on the night of the Kyuubi rampage.Although it was a dangerous situation Itsuki still survived.His Isekai life was as dull as it gets, he didn't have any talent for being a shinobi nor did he have a system.Itsuki was prepared to live his life as a lazy bum but unexpectedly he received a summons from the Third, only to find out a piece of shocking news.“ Itsuki I have arranged a marriage for you, the other party is Uzumaki Kushina, I hope you will agree to this marriage ”Facing the request of the Hokage, Itsuki could only reluctantly agree while apologising to Minato who died a few days ago.It's not like he wanted to steal his wife but he was threatened into it.'Sorry Minato, But don't worry I will raise Naruko like she is my own child and take care of Kushina well, and never let her feel any loneliness'Itsuki's seemingly ordinary life was turned upside down due to a single event.

Cross the world of suspected secondary elements and carry the rescue system for welfare.

Can you increase your level by increasing your proficiency?

Can you get all kinds of items and abilities after the completion of the task?

Still, need to travel to more secondary worlds to complete the rescue mission?

Well, before Li Yalin needs to consider the most, how to earn enough debt of one hundred million to hold the coffee shop carrying the girl’s dream.

Everything has to start here…

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Recently, Xiang Changkong has been making food deliveries to Xu Lian. After delivering takeout after takeout, he eventually becomes the delivery.

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[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.