MTL - The Strongest Plane Becomes God - Chapter 437 : Cultivation of Immortals

Part 1:

On April 3rd, 2019, there was a virus outbreak and the cities were besieged with zombies.

A month later, on the national road outside H City, Shen Shian carried a heavy sword and walked around the vehicles abandoned everywhere.

“Don’t make trouble,” he said while turning back. “Keep up, the sky is becoming dark.”

“Hey!” A child who looked to be only four or five years old answered. He slashed the sword in his hand and cut the head of a zombie. Then he reached in and pulled out a marble-sized transparent crystal.

After rubbing it a few times on his clothes, he carried a Tang Sword that was half the height of an adult human and ran to Shen Shian.

“An An, I’ll give it to you!”

Part 2:

Shen Shian picked up a miserable puppy with dirty and knotty fur and a terrible smell.

The first time he brought the dog into the spirit spring, the dog turned into a child.

The second time the child was brought into the spirit spring, he turned into a man.

On the edge of the misty spring, Shen Shian looked at the man swimming and asked with a frown, “Can you change back?”

“Why?”

Shen Shian pursed his lips. “…You will eat too much.”

The man wrapped himself in a bath towel and emerged from the space with the Tang sword. After a short while, he inserted the sword into the grass and handed Shen Shian a handful of sparkling crystals.

“I might eat more but I am also more capable!”

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Three years after graduating, Chu Mo, who could barely maintain his basic livelihood, activated The Tycoon System, and a bank card with an unlimited credit limit that could be safely used appeared before him. Start a company? Make investments? Buy stocks? In the face of the bank card with unlimited credit, these options seemed to lose their significance. Having already obtained inexhaustible and unlimited money, he might as well live comfortably as an infinitely wealthy tycoon.

A necromancer and a saint blessed by the Constellations. That’s me.

I thought that when I was reborn, I would work hard to be strong—however, I only started to struggle when fate came.

Once, I was weak and powerless, but the ninja world imprisoned me bit by bit like a cage.

Hinata, Konoha, Ninja World, one day I will break the cage/break free from the shackles and act recklessly. And those who were about to die – will also be reborn.

Until leaving a sentence – tell them, this is the last time I will fight for this decaying village.

“What if you never come back?”

“Then they will never return.”

“It’s like the color of your eyes determines that we can never be together. Even at the last moment of my life, all I see is blood and night—and the only thing, the white of your eyes.”

“White—it’s so good!”

Is it really good – the world of white eyes is just pale without a trace of color.

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