MTL - Siheyuan: The Final Winner - Chapter 2 Farm Space Activation

In a distant future, the empires of mankind span the galaxy, and glorious Earth has devolved into a peripheral backwater.

In Shanjing city in the Asian region, Wang Zheng’s dreams of becoming a mech pilot are crushed when his college entrance exam genetic score turns out a pathetic twenty eight, barely above an animal.

To make things worse, people get the impression he attempted suicide after being rejected by the campus beauty.

Then the closest thing to a family he has, the old man in the book store across the road, goes missing, leaving him only a mysterious birthday present.

Lin Rui was reborn, reborn in the year 4161, two thousand years later. In this era of highly advanced technology, where the peak of human biotechnology had collided and fused with the culture of Tianji Star, a new path for human evolution was born—’Zhi Zhuang Wudao’, capable of granting eternal life and transcendence beyond the universe. The entire society esteemed the strong, and it was considered an honor to practice Zhi Zhuang Wudao. There was even a group of ’Variant Walkers’ who stood at the pinnacle of the social pyramid, looming over the world with arrogance. At first, Lin Rui couldn’t fathom the meaning of his rebirth. He merely adapted to this era out of a sense of responsibility. It wasn’t until one day that the ’Battle Spirit Ring’, which had come into existence alongside Lin Rui, captured its first Battle Spirit. Lin Rui could let the Battle Spirit possess him for combat, and could also copy all the martial skills and abilities mastered by the Battle Spirit. The Battle Spirits he captured grew increasingly powerful— Lin Rui began to realize this era was his to own. A ’Super Abyssal’, who would overshadow the future, began his rapid development journey at the Tianji Star’s ninth base.

They say the greatest blessing is marrying the idol you always dreamed of.

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.