Reborn into a Hamster for 233 Days - Chapter 127 - Twists and Turns I

“As a firearms modifier, it’s normal for me to have better marksmanship, right? John Wick?” —— “The John Wick Series”

“As a private detective, it’s weird to solve the case faster than you, and better than you can fight? Zhou Xingxing?” – “Play Back To School”

“As a psychiatrist, shouldn’t the patients in Arkham Asylum listen to me? Bruce?” – “Batman”

“As an archaeological expert, a little knowledge of Feng Shui and tomb chambers, isn’t this a basic professional quality? Wu Tianzhen?” – “Tomb Raider Series”

“As an animal breeder, is it too much to keep some Godzilla and King Kong?” – “Monster Series”

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One world, one profession, let ordinary professions glow with new brilliance in the heavens.

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“Who knew the key to surviving a deadly island was... well, charm? Guess I’ve got a superpower after all.” – Lucas Carter.When a school field trip takes a disastrous turn, Lucas Carter and his classmates find themselves stranded on a remote, uncharted island. With no rescue in sight and the wilds teeming with danger, survival becomes a brutal challenge. But when Lucas awakens the Harem Survival System, everything changes.The system is as bizarre as it is powerful: for every woman Lucas seduces, he gains extraordinary survival skills and critical resources.From hunting and crafting to strategic foresight, each intimate connection gives him the tools to outwit the island’s many threats.As Lucas grows stronger and more capable, the dynamics among his classmates shift.Friendships turn into alliances, jealousy brews in the shadows, and the boundaries between survival and desire blur.Meanwhile, the island itself hides secrets far more dangerous than its untamed wilderness.

A National Treasure—a hero who rightfully deserved everyone’s respect.They were those who dedicated their bodies, minds and skills to protect the defense and honor of the nation.They were directly related to the nation’s strength.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”