MTL - My Backyard is the Tang Dynasty - Chapter 100 The idea of ​​starting a class

Will this treacherous darkness swallow you up, or will you survive as a unique existence?Lin En accidentally transmigrated into this monstrous world. As a rare human doctor, every one of his patients was moved by his “gentle” treatment and “sincere” service!“Anesthetics? Maybe next time.”“My knife is quick, it’ll be over soon~”Welcome to Bloodsaw Pharmacy, where we will serve you wholeheartedly.

I am Stephen, assistant to Vegapunk. After transmigrated to the One Piece world and failing in the attempt to take down Imu in collaboration with the Revolutionary Army, I unexpectedly found myself transmigrated again, this time to the Pokémon world.Although my body has become smaller, my mind remains as sharp as ever. My current identity is:The Chief Pokémon Professor of the Pokémon LeagueA mind 500 years ahead of its timeExecutive Vice-Leader of Team RocketThe second Master-level Trainer after Professor RowanThe benefactor recognized by Rayquaza as its successorHonorary Chairman of the Alola LeagueSupreme Commander of Dark Pokémon!

The era of the decline and fall of the galaxy has arrived, and the power to destroy the world has gathered unprecedentedly.

The minions of the four evil gods are wreaking havoc in the real universe. The terrifying monsters and demon legions in the dark night of old have brought destruction and despair to countless human worlds.

In the darkness, a ray of light emerged.

Carrying countless human technologies, the soul from another world came back to life with the help of the body of the thirteenth parent and child of the imperial emperor.

The battle between humans and evil gods is rekindled.

In the name of the Emperor, countless human heroes gather again.

Blood and corpses will pave the way for the glory of mankind.

“As soon as I opened my eyes, you told me that human beings are about to die??”

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As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!