MTL - Start with Psychologist - Chapter 813

When Fang Yuan was transmigrated into a world where Gu Breeder was the main profession, he found that he was not gifted.

Not only that, the Gu in his body could cultivate on their own.

[Your Iron Skin Gu has trained profoundly and has achieved the Gold-grade!]

[Your Bloodthirsty Gu has begun to multiply itself into a swarm of Bloodthirsty Gus!]

[Your Sunlight Gu has been absorbing the power of the sun for years and has gathered the Truth Flame of the Sun!]

[Your Drunken Gu has evolved into a Soul-reaping Gu. Your control over it has risen by 100 folds!]

[Your Flying Sword Gu was hurt in battle. Amid its desperation, it has evolved into a Sword God Gu!]

“Heck, even Gu undergoes involution as well now?” Fang Yuan let out a sigh.

Four deadly choices in life:Being a cop in Mexico!Absolute justice here means getting shot, BIUBIUBIU.The protagonist finds himself in the body of a jail guard and discovers that his eyes can see a person's Crime Value!Only by outgunning the criminals can he uphold justice!This prison is called “Plateau Prison”, the highest security level in Mexico.At this time, there is a man locked up inside.His name is Gallardo, nicknamed Godfather, one of the founders of the Guadalajara Cartel.If you want to survive, either leave this damned country, or climb your way to the top.Mexico can be bright!

Lin Jiang travels through the world of cultivation and obtains the Lifespan Check-in System.Check-in for a day, gain one year of lifespan.This nearly infinite lifespan allows him to live tens of thousands years, bearing witness to numerous lives passing by, their joy, grief, and everything in between.He has persisted from the Stone Age to the Cosmic Age and ranges from cultivation to science. He is there, always there, as the eternal guardian of mankind.(Not a dark and thrilling story, be cautious)

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”