MTL - My Disciple Died Yet Again - v3 Chapter 398 I want to eat your brain.

What kind of experience is it to travel through time and become an AI?

Li Wenyuan, who was hit by the meteorite, successfully experienced this feeling.

Fortunately, he discovered that the planet he controlled… seems to be a little bit special.

“Precious living metal? Any wall here is living metal!”

“Zello? You said that omnics don’t need this? Sorry, psionic machines are being produced.”

“Interstellar colony? Isn’t it good to build a ring world?”

This is a story of farming, and it is also a story of human exploration of the universe from the past.

There are space wars, interstellar adventures, civilization observations, and galaxy epics.

“So…” A few years later, facing the disaster that was about to sweep across the entire galaxy, the unmanned fleet controlled by Li Wenyuan stood up helplessly.

“They all think that I am a lost empire, and I can only do what the lost empire should do.”

PS: space opera

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Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

When Li Yu woke up, he found that he had traveled to the game world of “Avenue Eternal”.

At this time, there is still half a year before the player arrives.

The evil demon catastrophe has not yet begun, and the forbidden areas of death such as the rotten swamp, the golden desert, the ghost country of the Yinshan Mountains, and the boundless monster sea are still silent. The whole world is calm.

Li Yu took advantage of his foresight and took advantage of the opportunity to develop wretchedly.

After the game is launched, along the Qingshui River, players often see a senior NPC with a glittering ID fishing.

Whenever the players approached excitedly to chat to see if they could apprentice or trigger tasks—

“What? You want to worship me as your teacher?”

Li Yu shook his head: “Excuse me, your qualifications are too poor. But Pindao once lost a Chilong jade pendant in the zombie cave. If you find this thing, I can teach you a spell.”

“Do you want to learn alchemy?” Li Yu smiled slightly: “There is a group of evil cultivators in the Wugui Cave of Qilao Mountain, as long as you can eliminate the evil for the people, and bring their magical instrument Xinjin and copper bottle to me, How about Pindao passing on your alchemy skills?”

“You want to worship Zixia Sect?”

“Do you want to learn alchemy?”

“It’s all right.”

Li Yu said meaningfully:

“But you have to understand one truth, there is no free lunch in this world!”

…

It was not until hundreds of years later that many top figures fell and disappeared, and the players also changed one after another, but Li Yu was still active in the world of dry ground, and he was even about to rise through calamity.

Many players have to sigh: This NPC is too strong!

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In a world of countless enemies, the right talent is all it takes to thrive. Freddy Stern, a twenty-one-year-old cashier, has lived a plain, albeit harsh life. Having been orphaned—twice—he’s spent the last ten years working and staying out of trouble. His only aspiration is to save enough money to become an archhuman. His dream gets the jump on him when he barely survives a near-death encounter and finds himself with 1% Lifesteal, a bizarre talent with numerous contradictions and just as many uses. With every dead enemy, he becomes a bit stronger, a little wiser, and a lot more ruthless. And no matter how much damage he takes, he can always put himself back together. Physically, at least. But on his path to power, after having to look at the rotting guts of archhuman society again and again, can his talent keep his mind and soul as pristine as his body? Or will that part of him simply remain broken?