MTL - General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 808 Guardian of Rakshasa

A gigantic mouth appeared in the sky and swallowed the entire Earth, scattering the shattered fragments everywhere.“Welcome to the Myriad Heavenly Hunting Grounds, your talent is the Lord's Cottage.”Earthlings received the developmental ability called Lord's Cottage, beginning their struggle for survival in the Myriad Heavenly Hunting Grounds.Fang Jie, holding the initial item 'Faction Conversion Command', gently tapped on the undead faction. Starting with the undead fission talent, he could make his subordinate undead split and increase in value, and the talent could also be upgraded.

[The System has arrived on your habitable planet, known as ‘Earth.’][In five seconds, monsters from countless realms will invade Earth.][Remaining Time: 5 seconds.][You can now view your attributes, talents, abilities, and skills by simply thinking about them.][Kill monsters, and you might survive.]“Monsters?”Damian’s breathing quickened as the pain in his chest grew sharper.On the day of the Awakening, humanity was forced to defend against an invasion of countless monsters from the towers that connected realms across the multiverse.While billions of people died helplessly, billions more seized the opportunities hidden behind the horrors spilling out of the gates.Leveling up, growing stronger, awakening talents, learning supernatural skills, changing one's very race, and even achieving immortality all became possibilities.But for Damian, who was suffering from a sickness that would kill him within a few years, the Awakening was a curse.While other humans awakened powerful talents, hunted monsters, and evolved, Damian remained talentless, a liability and a burden the awakened had to carry.Damian never wanted to be seen as weak or useless, but what could he do?He was dying.If only he had awakened a talent or at least possessed a stronger body, he might have been able to level up and cure his sickness. But he couldn’t.All that would change when a mysterious figure set him on a path that would lead him to his true destiny.Witness the rise of a warrior who would make countless men tremble in fear.Witness the rise of a monster who would force every race, every being, and every existence to kneel.Witness the rise of the Champion.Tags: [System], [Towers], [level up], [Classes], [Monsters], [Vampires], [Werewolves], [Yokai], [Dragons], [Demons], [Angels], [Gods]. [Rare Bloodlines], [unique Abilities], [Regression], [Survival], [Mystery], [Time Travel], [reincarnation], [Overpowered], [Martial Arts], [Magic], [Cultivation], [Murim], [Hell & Heaven], [Progenitors].

Jiang Ping transmigrated to a world of the cultivation and became the chief of a deteriorating cultivation family. Most importantly, he had three cute and playful daughters.

Because the world of cultivation out there is too dangerous and his daughters are too young, Jiang ping chose to hide their identities and live in a small town of ordinary people. He kept warning his daughters that the world out there is too dangerous, so don’t make any trouble.

“Daughters, you must remember that there are tons of bad people out there! Their favorite thing to do is to kidnap little girls like you and use you for evil cultivation methods.”

“In this world of cultivation, the most important moral to follow is to stay low-key and hide. As long as we don’t cause any trouble, we’ll never be in any danger.

Until one day, when a supreme divine cultivator came to seek revenge, Jiang Ping smacked him down on the ground and completely crushed him over and over again…

His daughters asked, “Daddy, was that person you just beat up a Divine Cultivator?”

Jiang Ping said, “Nop, that was just a bad person who was trying to disturb our happy life. Daughters, the world outside is too scary, we didn’t even go out and danger came knocking on our door!”

His daughters asked, “Daddy, do you think that we’re all idiots?” The servants he hired all said, “So the family chief is the real supreme cultivator?”

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?