Captured Hearts: The Substitute Bride's Gambit - Chapter 68 - Not a Single Pill Left

In an alternate world, a demon disrupts dynasties, harvests souls, and refines a banner of ten thousand souls.Under the heavenly tribulation, his body and soul are destroyed, but the Ten Thousand Souls Banner protects his undying spirit. Unable to possess a body, he's countered instead.A laid-back young man in society, wielding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, roams the human world.With the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in hand, I refine a Golden Core with good deeds.A slice-of-life story with no ambition for conquest, helping the departed fulfill their wishes, gaining merit to repair the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and enjoying a laid-back life.

Leisurely on the fairy road, the sword points to longevity.

At first, Chu Yu thought that she had transmigrated into a typical ancient housefighting novel. And all she had to do was grow up and get married quickly, and then, it would be perfect if her husband died and no one cared about her. Who would have thought that when she walked out of the backyard, she found out, hoho, this is a xianxia with a genius female protagonist- her eldest sister. Her eldest sister, Chu Qiong, had the golden finger of an immortal mansion. Her second sister, Chu Fan, who was suspected of being transmigrated from the same world as her (Captain Chu?), had a golden finger as well.

And she, a cannon fodder, the little Chu Yu, having poor qualifications and a short lifespan, vowed that she will never give up and be ridiculed!

She will fight against fate! Live long!

Strive to live until the end of the world, and live longer than deities.

Fortunately, she got a book of exercises that can be automatically practiced.

Fortunately, she can sell goods across all dimensions and accumulate resources.

Fortunately, she has two lovely sisters who will never give up on her, and think that she is prodigal.

The road to self-cultivation is extremely cruel, and many amazing and talented people fall halfway, but the three sisters want to see the scenery at the peak of this immortal road.

- Description from Novelupdates

Five hundred years into the future, animals and plants had mutated into powerful beasts which endangered the human species.

To deal with the situation, the Federal government decided to build academies dedicated to mecha piloting. It marked the beginning of the Mecha Age.

With the help of the mechas, humans would gain the power to fight on equal terms with the beasts.

Years later, Peter was recruited by one of the mecha academies.

He thought that would be his path to become a successful pilot.

However, due to some circumstances, he was only able to choose another course…

The Genetic Warrior course.

As the world was invested in mechas, everyone knew that there was no future for a Genetic Warrior.

The basic concept the circled around Earth was that a human could never defeat a beast without the mecha’s help.

Fortunately, Peter managed to activate a special Divine-Grade Genetic Extraction System.

“Ding! Ant genes detected. Extraction in progress…”

“Ding! Extraction successful. Your strength has been increased by 100 times.”

“Ding! Grasshopper genes detected. Extraction in progress…”

“Ding! Extraction successful. Your leaping ability has been increased by 100 times.”

“Ding! Eagle genes detected. Extraction in progress…”

“Ding! Extraction successful. Your vision has been increased by 100 times.”

“Ding! Thunder God genes detected. Extraction in progress…”

On that fateful day, a mighty Genetic Warrior was born.

He was able to deflect a missile with his flesh and punch a hole in any mecha. He could even destroy a whole planet if he wanted to.

[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.