MTL - Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back - Chapter 511 Misunderstand

Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal.

Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal?

[space + superpower+ farming + family + babies + slow pace + face slapping+world building]Elena has returned from a dark future where society has collapsed. Now, as the apocalypse approaches once more, she must confront the dangers alongside her husband, Ethan, and his courageous family. Together, they fight against natural disasters, mutant beasts, and an alien invasion that threatens to eradicate humanity.Join Elena and Ethan as they navigate the world full of uncertainty.********Excerpt:Triplets little show (2 years old)Ethan was strolling through the living room when he spotted his son climbing on the table.Ethan: “Leo, come down!”Baby 1, in the kitchen, turned around and sprinted to the sofa.Baby 1: “Daddy, eo!” [pointing at himself earnestly]Ethan: “Oops, my mistake! Leo’s here; Finn, get down now!”Baby 3 burst from the bedroom, rushing to the sofa.Baby 3: “Daddy!” [looking puzzled]Ethan: “Finn?”Baby 3: “Daddy, Finn!” [leaping into Ethan’s arms]Ethan felt his face heat up. Just then, Max darted down the table, throwing himself into Elena’s embrace.Baby 2: [giggling as Elena smothered her with kisses] “Mommy!”Elena shot Ethan a knowing look, her eyes saying, “You mixed them up again.”Ethan: [with a playful glint in his eye] “Can you blame me? They’re all adorable little lookalikes!”They both chuckle, watching the chaos unfold.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.