Feng Mang - Chapter 261

The summer night passed through and passed through the world of Marvel movies!
“But, it appears directly on the battlefield of the bullets, what is the start?”
“And why is my golden finger a decomposition machine in DNF?”
[Decomposition equipment is successful! 】
[Advanced sniper shooting experience *100]
[Decomposition equipment is successful! 】
[Advanced Fighting Techniques Experience *100]
[Decomposition equipment is successful! 】
[A dazzling battle of souls, can enhance the strength of body attributes! 】
“Can it be better than God?”
[That is just the starting point! 】
“then continue to break down!”
[Decomposition equipment is successful! 】
[Cannot look directly at the exercise *100]
“…”

- Description from Uukanshu translation

On just another normal Monday, the world changed. The universe had reached a threshold humanity didn’t even know existed, and it was time to finally be integrated into the vast multiverse. A world where power is the only thing that one can truly rely on.

Jake, a seemingly average office worker, finds himself thrust into this new world. Into a tutorial filled with dangers and opportunities. In a world that should breed fear and concern, an environment that makes his fellow coworkers falter, Jake instead finds himself thriving.

Perhaps… Jake was born for this kind of world, to begin with.

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Author Note: Tags and content warnings are mainly to give me creative freedom later on. This is my first novel ever, and English isn’t my native language, so go easy on me chaps.

Mianmian felt that the last 20 years of her life was a big tragedy. Her father didn’t love her and her stepmother only pretended to treat her well. She only wanted to work and study hard so that she could leave the house after saving enough money, but ended up being harmed by her so-called family. However, Su Mianmian never thought that the seemingly dark and bottomless abyss was actually her starlight of salvation.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.