The Reborn Otaku's Code of Practice for the Apocalypse - Chapter 211

What did you say?Your mobile phones have eight-core processors? 6G of RAM? 256G of storage? Full charge in an hour and a half?Is that supposed to be impressive?Our mobile phones have sixteen-core processors, 12G of RAM, 1T of storage, and can be fully charged in just ten minutes!What did you say?Your power banks have a capacity of 30,000mAh? They feature bi-directional fast charging?Sorry to break it to you, but our power banks have a 100,000mAh capacity. As for bi-directional fast charging technology... our phones with 10,000mAh large battery capacity can be fully charged in just ten minutes. You want to talk about bi-directional fast charging technology?If others have superior products... I'll provide them at a better price... If others provide a better price... I'll just produce an even better product...Superior electronics, superior cars, superior construction...Ever since Lin Yun acquired the Cosmic Trading System, every industry has started to face fierce disruption...Money is only a minor concern, the real power lies in force!Do you say that Lin Yun's aim is to conquer Earth?No! No! No! You're mistaken, his aim is the universe itself!

A senior death fan was studying the Zanpakuto illustrated book, unfortunately choked to death while drinking…

However, by the grace of God, I was lucky enough to travel to the world of “Fairy Tail”, and was reborn in the body of an ordinary magic swordsman from mainland China!

A dress-up magic similar to that of Erza! However, the difference from Erza’s “knight” is that the weapons he used for dressing up–all of them are Zanpakuto from Shinigami! !

Tell me, can he stand up in this world of Fairy Tail?

“It’s not awesome…” A certain house said brazenly, “We can’t waste those Zanpakuto?”

Book group “Accompaniment”: 36367163 (full)

Book group “Ensemble”: 233363178 (missing)

(It contains the plot of amnesia, but there are only thirteen chapters. Children’s shoes that you can’t bear it, please enter carefully…)

- Description from novelbuddy

In a foreign country, a leisurely little farmer.

Beer, side dishes, beef and sheep barbecue, small pond, three or five fish and shrimp, a pot of soup.

There are hundreds of flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer, snow in winter, and a hut in the woods.

- Description from novelbuddy

Yu Yi found herself transmigrated into a female protagonist in a xianxia novel, destined to suffer both physically and emotionally.The entire novel was 800,000 words long. For 700,000 words, she endured extreme torment. In the remaining 100,000 words, the heroine reconciled with her past, found true love without regrets, and achieved a happy ending with the male lead.Yu Yi absolutely refused to be this pitiful scapegoat.To avoid the main plot, she adhered to the basic principle of “where he is, I am not; where I am, he is not.” She laid low in her sect, dodging every opportunity to encounter the male lead.Five years passed, and she finally severed this ill-fated connection.The male lead married someone else. Yu Yi let out three wild laughs as she stepped out of the sect gates, happily rushing towards the colorful world outside.However, she didn’t expect that in her excessive joy, she would accidentally stumble upon the mu*der scene of the main villain.Yu Yi hid in the bushes, watching Xue Chenjing, dressed in white robes now stained with blood, slowly crushing someone’s skull. She was so terrified she didn’t dare to breathe.In the dead silence, a noisy voice suddenly rang out: [Master, look quick! It’s your wife! Your wife has finally come online. Isn’t she adorable, curled up and hiding in the bushes like that?]Yu Yi was shocked: Surely it can’t be referring to me?[She’s even wearing a red dress, matching couple outfits with you.]Yu Yi clutched her pomegranate-red skirt tightly, glancing at the hem of Xue Chenjing’s robe. What couple outfit? Isn’t that just stained red with blood?Xue Chenjing flicked the blood from his fingertips, his gaze sweeping towards the bushes. He asked in bewilderment, “Whose wife?”The system pulled out a masterpiece of literature, tapping the cover and asserting confidently: [Your wife.]