MTL - Hello 1983 - Chapter 1136 it's a myth

The dawn era after the end of the half century has gradually rebuilt the order, abandoned civilization, and is full of undivided violence and desire.
The noble and powerful pioneers are in charge of the city, and the evil and mad plagues are in the wilderness.
Pure human beings who cannot mutate are the weakest, dominated by the rulers of the pioneers, and are not as good as animals in the wilderness.
A purely humanized young man with a worldly experience has quietly entered the WTO, holding a three-foot long knife and a long-distance desire to boil in the world of purgatory. From the nameless name to the sorrow of the Supreme Court, the name of the black ride is resounding!

- Description from Uukanshu (translated)

She was once a revered divine doctor but was betrayed and framed by a jealous senior sister, resulting in her soul transmigrating to another world.In a strange world, with her emaciated body, a poor family, a kind but bullied disabled father, and malicious relatives.An accident granted her the divine eyes, allowing her to not only see people's past and predict their future but also to discern the condition of their bodies.Even more peculiar was the worn bracelet on her hand, which turned out to be a space artifact from ancient times.The world was vast, and there were many eccentrics who ridiculed her family's status, unaware that in secrecy, she was a mysterious figure whom countless influential figures wanted to invite over for tea.Yet, as she relished the pleasures of being reborn, there were always people trying to provoke her!President Mo, what do you want?!If I can't provoke you, I can always hide from you, right?!

This is the story of the youth Wen Leyang, born into the family with an expertise in the cultivation of the Art of Poison.

A fourth chance at life. The last chance.Zarek remembered when he first experienced the Godsfall Apocalypse. Those tears of red and sparkling rouge that split the skies, opening up one dangerous realm after another.That feeling of helplessness had been palpable, heavy... suffocating. It hung above his head like a guillotine, an edge graced by death's kiss...He grinned at it.One last ride, no Talents left on his stat screen, and nothing but a dull machete and his girl by his side. What was a better thrill than that?How could he possibly fail a fourth time?Unfortunately, there were others. Other Rebirthers. Some that might have been on their last attempt just like him, or some that still had more to give to this cruel world.None of it mattered, though. He had planned everything out meticulously, each life playing its own role.He would come out on top this time. How could he not?He was Zarek Ashborn.