This Game Is Too Realistic - Chapter 315.1: Sleepless Night For The Fang Clan

Raised to be the perfect soldier for battle, Alexander had risen to be the youngest S rank Merc. After attaining the strength he so desired, his adoptive father had forcefully made him leave the battlefield. Alex unwilling to acknowledge his retirement was given a mission by his adoptive father. "The mission objective is to find a girl in the public High School you'll be attending and protect her."Triggered by the words mission objective, Alexander who had a 100% completion rate, accepted the conditions of the mission. Follow Alexander in his weird, almost comedic high school life.Alex's father: Hey Alex, did you get to school properly?Alex: Affirmative, I reached the designated place on time.Alex's father:So why did you call?Alex: The target I have picked is situated in classroom 1-B, while I'm in classroom 1-A. Asking permission to threaten the Principal into placing me in classroom 1-BAlex's father: DENIED!...

The gold mine silver mine diamond mine is almost weak, and the mysterious miners system is in hand.

Although there is no manual and no elf, every day I am trying to find out, but my brother can dig it out.

From the practice of meditation, alchemy materials, spaceships, and mechs, life is different.

There is no level that can’t be upgraded, there is no task that can’t get rid of it, but what is the system doing? Come ~ come! Still don’t say it, give me the first girl! Brother will plan again.

- Description from Uukanshu translation

Other people earn points, gain skills and attributes after transmigration, while I end up planting trees?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.