MTL - God! I Turned Into a Turtle - Chapter 2178 The body is a purple flower

Using the brain as an Axis to process large amounts of data, an Advance Computer was made that is faster, accurate and more efficient than Quantum Computers.The only downside was it consumed an infinite amount of energy within a short period of time and also make the human brain stop functioning after prolonged use.Nevertheless, when a looming threat of destruction encroached on Earth for the second time due to excessive Energy emitted by Beta Asteroid Core, humanity decided to use the Advance Computer to siphon away the excess Energy!And the fastest way to do that was to make a VR MMORPG Cabin that will allow billions of people to dive in and make use of the Energy.****Seth was born with a very low body constitution that made him almost a cripple due to his body getting stressed very fast from any extended physical activity.He escaped reality by gaming and when he met with an accident he stopped gaming. But when the ultimate game was out, Asteroid Online, Seth was asked to dive again.Sadly, he found an exact replica of his real-life body in the game. At first, he detested it, but on that first day, Seth was intrigued by the game and wished to explore more.To his utter shock, when he raised his Skills to Talent in the game, his real-life skill also improved.A series of other unexplainable events keep happening to him which steel his resolve to crack the game mystery.

Finding himself in an Last Airbender without an airbender around, a transmigrator waterbender goes on an adventure to stop the worst from happening to him.

Realistic Zombie Online Game!Scavenge, craft tools, farm, combat monsters, and actively survive while searching for the reasons behind humanity's failure against the zombie virus.16 completed VIP volumes, 23 million words, starting with online gaming and returning to it.

[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.