Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - Chapter 2623 - Complete Submission!

A novel revolving around being transported to another world with an op system. The mc spends his day chasing skirts and doing missions to level up. A standard journey to the top with lots of girls from various animes and games with a twist of that gaming feel (hunting mobs, doing missions).

“Boss, are you crazy about money?”

“You sell me this mixed-haired husky for 500,000?”

The pretty ponytail girl is holding a husky cub with exceptionally intelligent eyes in her arms, looking at Lin Ye as if she were looking at a heinous profiteer.

“Miss, I have to solemnly declare that it——is not a mixed-haired husky!”

“Don’t scare me!”

“Start straight, it has the blood of the hell three-headed dog, and its potential is endless.”

The girl was a little intimidated by Lin Ye.

But after thinking about it, this statement was too nonsense, and immediately Lu Lilu said angrily:

“Really? I don’t believe it!”

Lin Ye hooked his fingers at the husky in the girl’s arms:

“Little guy, come down and give your future master the whole job!”

“Walk!”

“Aww~”

With a howl, the girl was horrified to find that a fist-sized fireball spewed out of the little husky’s mouth.

——

Many years later, Lin Ye, who was named the “Father of the Blue Star Royal Beast”, said in an interview:

“Everything in the story begins with a mixed-haired husky.”

At the same time, in a villa, a certain big red dog with three heads sneezed, and then howled twice at the TV in front of him—”Wow!

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In previous life, she was ignorant and naive. She was a “villain” owning a horrible reputation ever since childhood. She was framed by her friend, betrayed by her beloved, and ended up alone and died miserably. When she was reborn in the 1980s, she vowed to recognize the true nature of the people around her and work diligently. In this life, she would never let her younger sister die for her again. She will be an excellent female soldier, a pious daughter, and a qualified elder sister.Let's watch how she goes all in, saving her sister from great distress. She will turn the tide and lead her family through the reform and opening-up, striving for prosperity and a better life.

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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