MTL - The Special Forces King In The Mountain Village - Chapter 4193 Unit 819

In the new era of Blue Star Martial Arts, Demons invaded, and humankind was embroiled in a bitter struggles.Chu Feng transmigrated and arrived on the scene. Armed with the ways of being an overachiever, all he wanted was to once again show the spirit of a die-hard corporate slave and carve out his own piece of the world!No sooner had he been reborn than he was smeared with demons all over his face, but no worries, his golden finger had arrived!He could draw upon the Life Force of slain Demons to transform into Attribute Points, becoming stronger with limitless additions!“What to do when there are no more Attribute Points available?”“Hey, look over there, a lone Demon…”“Sneak up from behind, grab its head, just twist like this! Hey, Attribute Points secured!”…“In this world, having great strength means having everything!”“In my life, with such heaven-defying Martial Arts Talent, do you think I can become a Martial God?”“The path to the Martial God has ended; it's become nothing but old legends? Ha, the path I walk will be the new path of the Martial God!”…This book is also known as “Demons, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!” “So Easy to Learn, I Think This Move is Really Simple” “Run Fast, the people at the front are haunted” “This Man is More Demonic Than the Demons Themselves!”

Way, way, and very way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals.And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army.Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too.My Talent's Name Was Generator.Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like.So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me?Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back.I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls.

Jiang Fan had transmigrated to a world where everyone could awaken a planet.

The larger the planet, the higher the origin energy, and the stronger the civilization.

There were people who made theirs with qi to create a martial arts civilization. Everyone on the planet was a martial arts practitioner.

There were people who made theirs with magic power to create a magical civilization. Everyone on the planet was a mage.

There were people who made their spiritual energy to create an immortal civilization. Everyone on the planet was an immortal cultivator.

Everyone was trying their best to construct all sorts of extraordinary planets.

Jiang Fan, on the other hand, used his memories from his previous life to create a technological civilization!

“Your Star Destroyer directly pierced through the opponent’s planet, and the opponent lowered their head.”

“Your two-way foil turned the opponent’s immortal cultivation planet into a piece of paper. You scared them silly!”

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