MTL - The State Arranged For Me To Farm - Chapter 105

The teenager Long Ao, ten years of silence, was reduced from genius to waste, and was ridiculed and mocked.

Ten years of persistence, ten thousand failures, and finally won mysterious Dragon Seal.

With Primal Chaos Saint Body, cultivation invincible cultivation technique, refining Heaven and Earth, devouring endless stars, sweeping the wasteland! Ask the vast stars, who dares to fight me? Boundless Starry Sky, War God! …

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Some people find the world to be an awful place while others believe it's an amazing one. Everyone lives their lives differently making each individual different from the next.

Azrail finds himself lost on what to believe since he has lived through what seems like hell yet has saw others simply enjoying the life they are given. Even after going through wars, being abandoned, and losing some of the ones he loved he can't find himself to hate the world.

The only thing he finds himself hating is himself and others who have put him in unforgiving situations.

Join Azrail as he tries to find out who he really is as a person while going through what could be described as hell and trying to search for what makes him happy and surviving whatever this world throws at him.

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Li Jing passed through, into a modern world where all the people cultivated immortals.

Everything here has to rely on the aura of self-cultivation to motivate.

With no relatives, no money in his pocket, and no understanding of how to practice, life is struggling.

Until Li Jing walked into a chicken shop and found that he could see the blood bars of the chickens…

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.