The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins - Chapter 490 Episode 454 Cario’s Flower Field

When traveling back to Japan's late Muromachi Era, how to survive becomes a significant challenge!Now, Harano must live well under this high-difficulty challenge!

Ever since inexplicably finding herself in this new world, Chu Chi was quite satisfied with her newly acquired brain. Although she didn’t understand why she suddenly had two young children, Chu Daidai firmly believed that if something was incomprehensible, it must be true!And so, the dimension-hopping, ditzy zombie happily became both birth mother and stepmother, frolicking with her two little ones. Even though her mind was still filled with echoing emptiness, now flooded with water courtesy of that naughty child.But at least she was open to advice!When brains fall short, brawn picks up the slack.Thus, Chu Daidai allowed herself to be persuaded by various factions, coaxed from the countryside all the way to the capital, winning hearts along the way with her tiger-head shoes and physical charms.Ever since Lin You’an had gone to great lengths to trick himself a stepmother, he often found himself questioning his life choices. Why was he always either dealing with trouble or on his way to deal with trouble?“Hehe, Great Uncle, my mother doesn’t quite understand…”“Dear clansmen, please hear me out, my mother is still young…”“Honorable gentlemen, my mother is but a frail woman…”The poor child, burdened with an adult’s worries, raised his little sister with one hand while guiding his mother with the other. It was only years later that he realized – this wasn’t just scamming a stepmother, was it? He’d basically found himself an active father!(Both are pure and chaste! The main couple is Dai Xiaoqi vs. Shen Xiaowu, with a fateful connection spanning past and present lives. )

“If you had E-class or F-class skills, history would have changed.”

Jung-woo Jung, a hero who has everything except ability.

Then the world gave him unlimited power.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…