Player who Returned 10,000 years Later - Chapter 382: Monster of the Demonic Sea (4)

A new masterpiece by Twelve-Winged Dark Seraphim, the author of ‘Super Gene’.The best online novel in 2024.The excellent work you absolutely cannot miss!!!————————–In the era of the starry skies, Lin Shen, who was treated by his family merely as a tool for bearing children and continuing the lineage, stumbled upon a pet egg that seemed to be pixelated by a mosaic.After a night’s sleep, he awoke to find the mosaic on the pet egg had disappeared, and new information had emerged in his mind.“A failed Super-Base Evolution Fire Seed—Seven Steps of Conflict: quicker with a gun beyond seven steps, quicker myself within seven steps.”

“After finding himself transported into a vastly different existence, a man wakes up not as a mogul or heir, but in a modest mountain life with only a younger sibling and six acres of farmland for company. Accompanying him is a miraculous farming system that transforms his simple life into an incredible adventure.Initially hesitant to accept his new role as a farmer, he soon becomes engrossed by the system’s perks. Planting seeds yields $8000, while harvesting crops brings an additional $10,000. Moreover, unique rewards make this occupation surprisingly profitable. Astonishingly, all transactions are in dollars, rapidly increasing his net worth to $10 million. Farming, unexpectedly, becomes an extraordinary endeavor.His life is peaceful, immersed in nature’s beauty and the rhythm of rural living. However, tranquility is broken when a group, including a captivated woman, discovers his farm. They are amazed by his well-tended watermelons and by him, raising questions about his serene life. What secrets does this encounter bring, and what adventures await beyond his mountain retreat?”

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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