MTL - First Player - Chapter 97 ninety-six

After being transmigrated to the world of the game Global Lord, Wang Xiao received a beast as his beginner unit.

His start was a little lackluster, but, fortunately, he had also received the 10000x Amplifier system.

The beginner bloodline was amplified by 10000 times.

His F-grade beast, Black-furred Dog, immediately became the S-grade beast, Cerberus.

The time was sped up by 10000 times.

The 30 years that it would take the A-grade beast, Immortal Pheonix, to mature had been shortened to one day.

The reproduction rate had been increased by 10000 times.

In just over a night, the SSS-grade beast, Primordial Divine Dragon, had bred a ton of baby dragons.

Every other lord was stunned.

“Why are his beasts growing so fast?”

“Are you telling me that huge island is actually his Divine Beast, the Black Turtle?”

“10000 Ancient Titans from the east and 10000 Mammoths from the west? How am I supposed to fight that? I’d rather just die!”

The people of Earth have been summoned once again

Scientists document six extinction events in Earth's history, but none of them were as natural as they claimed.

Sylas and his family have been called back to the Browns, a family of billionaire elites with assets reaching into the trillions. He isn't sure what to expect until he touches a floating bronze cube that changes his life.

[Bronze City Stele]

[Status: Dormant]

[Time to Activation: 04:13:38]

Unfortunately, there's only one Stele and the Browns have already decided upon their candidates. If Sylas wants to control his own fate, he'll have to enter the Trial.

Now, woefully unprepared, and stuck in a world filled with the extinct creatures of Earth, he'll have to carve out his own opportunity... whether the Browns like it or not.

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.