MTL - Final Redemption - v12 Chapter 4 Historical generals!

The pessimistic and negative daughter of a concubine living in the ancient times thought – since life is so difficult, why should one invest serious effort in struggling to live?

The life of an ancient noble woman is often determined and controlled by her family. Moreover, one’s actions often implicate one’s entire family – thus, it is fairly common to see an unexpected calamity result in suffering borne by one’s whole family. Managing to live a good and successful life while retaining one’s dignity is simply too difficult to achieve.

Ah, living in the ancient times is simply too dangerous – we should all just sleep till we die.

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Once you travel through time, the game comes to reality. In this world, everyone can change their job to a professional, and they can upgrade by downloading dungeons and killing bosses.

Su Xing changed jobs and became the only hidden professional immortal cultivator. He was admitted to the highest university in Daxia. He originally thought that a prosperous road would be waiting for him. However, Su Xing was unable to fight monsters and upgrade. After four years of college, Su Xing was still in a small Qi training realm. Graduation is difficult.

Fortunately, by awakening the cheat “life simulator”, you can simulate the future by paying energy, and you can bring the cultivation skills, props, etc. obtained in the simulation back to the real world.

However, in the simulated future, fifteen years later, alien races invaded reality on a large scale, and the human race was wiped out.

Su Xing, who has a plug-in, chose to survive and develop, constantly improving his strength through simulators, becoming a boss hidden behind the scenes, silently fighting against the alien invasion…

ps: This is a simulator article, biased towards anti-routine farming and development, behind-the-scenes…

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