Exploring Technology in a Wizard World - Chapter 460 - 459: Fiancé Number Thirty-Eight

The world was destroyed by meteorites and everyone on Earth transmigrated to a wasteland.The wasteland would encounter an unpredictable catastrophe every seven days. Some of the catastrophes included the great flood, ice age, invasion of demonic beasts and plague of plants.In order to survive, mankind had to build more advanced shelters.Lin Yue awakened the 100 Percent Drop Rate System, allowing him to live a very different life from the others.Other people lamented, “The drop rate is too low, isn’t it? I have killed 50 mutants, yet I still have not gotten any drops!”Lin Yue lamented, “I have way too many drops and my item list is now full. Could it be that I have to upgrade my shelter and build a warehouse for all the drops? Tsk. That’s so troublesome.”

Death is sometimes not the end!
Dead prison!
This is a magical prison. It has the ability to draw the souls of the dead people of the world, and it also enables people to gain the ability of the souls of the dead.
When Qin Song woke up, he was shocked to find that he had come to the world of One Piece, and even more surprised that he found a prison in his body…..

- Description from Uukanshu

After successfully reaching the Core Formation Stage and forming his Golden Core, Bai Langtian was betrayed by his own Master. His core was ripped from his body, and he was thrown off a mountain cliff into a valley full of demonic beasts.Thankfully, he survived the fall, and met his senior sister, Shangguan Yue Ling.She too had been betrayed by the same Master and pushed into this valley ten years ago. Ever since, she had been surviving alone by eating the corrupted flesh of demonic beasts.Now, Yue Ling revealed to Langtian a new path of cultivation:Demonic Cultivation.To reclaim his strength and take revenge, he must consume the flesh and essence of ten thousand demonic beasts.

[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.