MTL - Look In the Mirror - Chapter 12 Dragon Elephant Prajna

To Gu Mo, everyday life seems like a peculiar online game. He gets 'knocked offline' after being awake for 8 hours and can see other people's IDs and health bars.And even worse, he could enter some mysterious places in the city.“Buzz...for protecting...buzz...physical and mental health, users under 18 are subject to the anti-addiction system restrictions, your...online hours have reached eight, forced offline...login restriction...please complete quickly...buzz...official certification...”

The world ended the same day Julien failed his job interview. Portals tore open the sky, and monsters went on a brutal killing spree until humanity finally awakened powers to fight back. By sheer luck, Julien awakened an SSS-rank skill, the highest tier in existence.There was just one problem: It gave him zero combat stats.[Skill Name: The Infinite Warehouse][Rank: SSS][Type: Administrative-Class / Economic Authority][Description: You have been granted limited administrative access to the Multiversal Supply Chain. You do not own the items within, but are merely the distributor.]With every new level and upgrade, the skill rewards him with impossible new heights of power. It upgrades from basic shop of healing potions to granting him dimensional contracts to summon Mythical beasts, ultimately opening a door for him to conquer the vast multiverse itself.In a collapsing world, the man who controls the supply… controls everything.

Xu Shiyan was reborn back to forty years ago, the second day of his wedding.

Shui Lingling’s daughter-in-law has just entered the house, and everything is off to the best start.

Farming, hunting, going to the mountains to dig a big ginseng, life in the 1970s was actually quite good.

I didn’t have much skill in my previous life, and I don’t have any grand wishes in this life. I just want to live a good life with my daughter-in-law and cultivate my daughter into a talent.

The eldest daughter likes to write, so let her take the Chinese department of a key university.

The second daughter likes to sing and dance, and the art school is good.

As for that bastard son, the prodigal son, he didn’t have a chance to stuff it back into his mother’s belly in his previous life, so he just wanted to be born in this life.

But why are some things different?

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Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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