MTL - We Are Still Farming, Have You Become a God In the Whole Country? - Chapter 13

On a harsh rainy day, a high school student without any particular special skills, Usato Ken, got dragged into another world summoning with two others; a good-looking guy and a beautiful girl, both of whom he strangely started getting along with just today. As an especially talentless individual that didn’t stand out, he thought that the others would treat him like he was useless. However, they were unexpectedly kind.———“Maybe things will be fine?”Usato who found hope in another world thought that, but the reality was different. He had a certain magic talent hidden within him and he was forced to fall into hell under the name of “training”.

Our protagonist, Xu Yi, is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, able to live a happy and worriless life. However, he wasn’t able to enjoy this life for long, as the revenge of his family’s enemies quickly caught up to him.The enemies are much more powerful than Xu Yi; therefore, he has no choice but to be obedient. However, forbearance is not always a good policy. The enemies take advantage of his passiveness and bully him even more. These little sparks of anger have finally become an uncontrollable fury for Xu Yi, compelling him to seek revenge.

Shen Long held a Myriad Beasts Tower, and the Spirit Beasts he reared became increasingly formidable—The Fire Rock Beast transformed into the Fire QilinThe Gold-Winged Windroc into the Thunder RocThe Green-Eyed Spirit Fox into the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox…Years later.Do you know what Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race is?!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.