MTL - The Last Slag - Chapter 111 Eighth residue (eight)

“Devouring Lifespan to grow stronger!!”When Ricky Stormwind—a washed-up office worker—drank himself to death, he expected eternal nothingness. Instead, he awoke in a new world… as a mosquito.Weak as an ant. Fragile as a piece of paper. Prey to everything.But this world is no ordinary one. Magic, monsters, and powerful beings dominate the land, with ruthless forces waging war for supremacy. And Ricky? He possesses a terrifying ability—he can drain lifespan from any living creature and use it to evolve.A single bite can grant him hours. A feast?..... Years!!Now, in a forest filled with predators and beside a village on the brink of destruction, Ricky must climb the evolutionary ladder—from insignificant pest to a calamity that could devour the world itself.But when his first real meal triggers a mass sacrifice, the world mistakes him for a rising Demon Lord. Bounties are placed on his head. Armies march to hunt him down. And lurking in the shadows, a forbidden power calls to him, promising a path beyond mere survival—one that could reshape reality itself.In a world where everything is prey to something greater, something horrendous… he will rise to become the apex.

Betrayed by those he empowered. Slain at the peak of his reign. Reborn into a world unworthy of him.Tian Mo was once a supreme cultivator, a dark sovereign who ruled with absolute might and terrifying intellect. After a million years of conquest, his closest allies turned on him, stripping him of everything. But fate offered no rest. Reincarnated into modern-day Earth, he awakens in a weak mortal body—yet his memories, ambition, and ruthlessness remain untouched.In this strange new world of technology and fragile peace, Tian Mo finds new prey. With the Primordial Chaos Demonic Evil Physique and the forbidden Divine Sins Emperor Technique, he begins building his empire from the shadows. He manipulates the system, devours the corrupt, and topples the powerful—not out of justice, but vengeance... and the endless hunger for power.There are no heroes in this tale. Only a monster reborn—and the world that will burn beneath his feet.

The year 1847

The waves ripple around me,calling me in a whisper,Into the deepest part of the ocean.As I walk on the soft sand,the water sweeps over my feet,surrounding where I stand,giving me the sweetest sensation.Oh ocean,why do I feel so attracted to you?Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers?As it causes cold shivers down my spine.I could hear your gentle lullaby,It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honestJust like a refined diamond.Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper?Caressing waves upon the shore,Once again you beckon me.Why do you show yourself at my doorstep?Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go?Why do you call me so desperately?I want to know, cause when the sea calls?Who will answer?