MTL - Wasteland Commander - Chapter 208 Recruitment of troops and mass production of recruits

Ji Ling, who was transmigrated into the notorious body, after settling the foreign debts owed by the original owner, was persecuted by peach blossom debts before, and then had a mother who wanted to exchange her for money.

Suddenly, in order to repay her kindness, Ji Ling married her benefactor’s grandson, an elderly young man, in a flash marriage.

In the days after marriage, she summed it up in one sentence: My daily life with the face-blind old rooster.

Gan! !

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Existing all over the world sleeps treasure tools with special powers.

Riches, Prestige, and finally Power.

Chasing glory, an era where Treasure Hunters rampage through Treasure Shrines without regard for danger.

Together with his childhood friends, Krai shares the dream of becoming a hunter. On their first expedition he notices that out of the six of them, he is the only one without any talent.

However, that was only the beginning of their adventures.

“It’s too unreasonable. I want to quit this dangerous job already. I’m gonna throw up. ”

“Ok, got it. In other words we should get strong enough to cover your part too. Nice handicap.”

“Don’t worry Krai-chan. We’ll make sure to protect you.”

“Ah, stop. If you step there you’ll disappear without even leaving dust behind. Take care, ok leader?”

Protected by his childhood friends that are too strong, relying on his juniors and other hunters – they aim at being heroes and obtaining treasure.

Will Krai be able to quit being a hunter while still in one piece?

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