The Laws of Cultivation: Qi = MC^2 - Chapter [B3] 17 — Weapon Testing - I

The planet was invaded by the Tates, and suffered from the devastation of the last ages. In the crisis of survival, some humans awakened powers, and they realised that those mutant beasts could cooperate with their own consciousness and increase their fighting power to two times more.

This kind of animal was called Warpet. Shu Xiaohui was somewhat different from others. When the Tates invaded, he became a hamster and silently felt the presense of another powerful person.

Chen Chengduo watched his companions slowly find their warpet, and wondered where his one was until one day he saw Shu Xiaohui with his mouth full of melon seeds in the corner of the wall…

Others were warpet, his was only just a pet right…

Hamster: You… You don’t look at my small size. I have lucky BUFF!

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On Christmas day, seemingly overnight, God summoned everyone on Earth, giving every single person a 'Gift' along with a System.

These Gifts, synonimous with special abilities granted people powers beyond comprehension.

However, with these abilities came tragedy that enveloped the world. The Apocalypse!

Jeremy Lewis, a reclusive loner, is mysteriously exempt from this phenomenon and finds himself being the only one without a Gift.

God decides to grant him the last Gift available, [Subspace], and forcefully returns him to a world that has become hell.

Horrifying monsters now lurk around every corner, and inevitable death awaits.

Arming himself with his wits and the Gift he possesses, how will Jeremy survive this cruel new world that he finds himself in?

“Everything will go according to plan, and ultimately the path I have started will lead to my victory... these tools will be useful in achieving that!”

Alec found himself reincarnated into a world where magic reigned supreme.

He was initially confused by the turn of events, but little did he know that this was just the beginning of a much more extraordinary journey.

As fate would have it, he soon discovered that he was the illegitimate son of one of the most influential families in the capital, the Blaze Clan but His grandfather, taking on the responsibility, cared for him until he was old enough to embark on his path as a mage.

Ironically, Alec never truly grasped the significance of his family's ancient secrets, dismissing them as trivial.

However, everything changed when he awakened his dormant system and gain abilities that made him unique.

From that moment on, he dedicated himself to becoming one of the world's most renowned mages, all while working towards fulfilling his grandfather's unfulfilled aspirations and carrying on the golem mages' legacy.

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