MTL - Quick Transmigration: The Boss’ White Moonlight is Resurrected - Chapter 197

Cosplayer Liu Mang accidentally crosses through time and arrived at the Eastern Han Dynasty wearing Aries Gold Cloth. (Saint Seiya!) He arrived on top of the walls of XiaPi right when it was about to fall to Cao Cao.

Nascent Soul True Monarch failed in his celestial tribulation and returned to his student days.2013, when the mobile internet was just emerging, amidst the surging tides of the era, a cultivator's daily life.

[You have become the first ever Player of Life in human history.]

-What did I just see? He can see the flu virus?

-The cell he made grew in the culture medium. This really looks like an embryonic stem cell… Is this true?

Leukemia, dementia, schizophrenia, lung cancer, and pancreatic cancer…

‘Can I overcome it all?’

[Of course.]

A confident message popped up.

Rosaline, the living cell that had become a part of his body.

With this cell, any research he did was nothing but successful!

His story of overcoming all diseases and illnesses begins here.

Disclaimer: Please do not take any medical advice from this novel or any other web novels.

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.