MTL - Genshin Impact: The Thing About the Sword God of Tivat - Chapter 256

Have you often come across a game where you start with a bonfire, surrounded by ice and snow, with resources all manually transported, and monsters attacking at any time...Xia Hong wakes up to find himself in such a world.The ice and snow rage on, beasts rule the land, civilization is lost, and all people and things that once existed have been invaded into powerful and bizarre entities, leaving humans as a humble race surviving in the shadow of winter, on the brink of extinction.Fortunately, Xia Hong possesses a camp system that can upgrade infinitely.[Small Bonfire]—[Iron Furnace]—[Solar Cauldron]...[Wooden Post]—[Training Ground]—[Martial Arts Hall]...[Bamboo Fence]—[Black Soil Wall]—[Iron Wall]...[Monument Stone]—[Notice Board]—[Hero's Monument]......As Xia Hong slays the beasts and exterminates the bizarre entities, gradually gathering humans, dispelling the winter, and opening up territory, the mysterious veil of this world is slowly unveiled in its entirety.

After Tan Ming got pregnant, her husband handed her divorce papers. Twenty-three years ago, Tan Ming was still an orphan nobody wanted. Her adoptive parents adopted her from an orphanage because they struggled to have their own children.

However, Tan Ming’s unfortunate fate did not change because of this. Within a month, her adoptive mother became pregnant. After her younger sister, Tan Si, was born, Tan Ming became the most disliked person in the family. Ever since she was a child, she had to give way to Tan Si in everything. Her parents only liked Tan Si because Tan Ming was not their biological child.

Three years ago, the Tan family forced her to marry a comatose man for the sake of their business. For two entire years, Tan Ming lived as a widow. Until a year ago, when her comatose husband woke up unexpectedly, Tan Si fell in love with him at first sight. This time, Tan Ming decided not to give in anymore. She decisively tried to severe ties with the Tan family. However, she didn’t expect to be served divorce papers in the end.

For the sake of the children in her womb, Tan Ming was forced by her husband to sign the papers. When the children were born, their biological father was accompanying another woman for her pregnancy test.

Just when Tan Ming’s world was at its darkest, her real relatives showed up. They were such a wealthy family that even the Tan family looked up to them, and they welcomed her home! After returning home, she was no longer an unwanted child. Not only did she have parents who doted on her, but she also had three brothers who pampered her dearly! Later, her ex-husband regretted his decision and came to apologize in person.

“Stay out of my life,” Tan Ming uttered.

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The world mutated, the game came to reality, and monsters from other worlds ravaged the world.

In order to become stronger, in order to resist disaster.

Everyone is changing jobs and upgrading like crazy.

Some people became mages at the first turn, and some became professional thunder fighters at the second turn.

But Ling Zhan followed his own path.

At the beginning of the game, choose a non-professional casual player, and add blue to all attribute points.

“Crazy, unprofessional casual, mastered all low-level skills before changing jobs, how to fight in the later stage?”

“What’s the use of the blue bar, and it can’t increase the combat power, it’s really funny.”

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