Global Mutation: Opening with Swallowing a Black Mamba - Chapter 39: Kill... Her, Only Then... Will We Be Safe

Ye Fei is a poor, down on his luck kitchen hand and could not pay his rent on time. After desperately dodging the landlady with some rash promises, he ducked into his room where he was electrocuted while turning on the lights.

Miraculously, he did not die. Instead, a strange [System] appeared in his head ordering him to do strange things like registering with a broadcasting network and performing strange feats in front of a camera!

Oh, that new laptop? That high tech camera? And those ingredients that appeared in his room?

Somehow all these were provided by [System], and and just appeared in his shabby little room! Just what is going on?

*Gurgle*

Whatever, Ye Fei is too hungry to care, let’s just do whatever and hope for the best!

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“How the hell is this possible?”Dead and betrayed in the snow with the rest of his squadron, Mikhail is surprised to find himself regressed in time.What's worse was that he had no idea how or why he regressed as his memories at the time of death were completely gone.With his element of Oath -the power to make vows in exchange for power- also now messed up, Squadron Leader Mikhail Hendrix must now navigate through this changed storyline with no clues at his disposal.He needs to try his best to keep his squadron alive in this dangerous world of gods and magic, all the while figuring about his regression and the woman.

From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.

This was a fragmented and disorganized world, this was a place that had been forgotten.