Hermit Wizard - Chapter 81

The first great emperor in the world was betrayed by his confidante and perished. Millions of years later, the great emperor’s soul returned and was reborn as Ye Yan, the son-in-law who was kicked out by the Chu family with a letter of divorce, restarting the supreme journey. Open the gate of immortality, kill the Jiuzhongtian, and cast an invincible name again!

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“Ding, the strongest template system is officially opened!”

“Generating template…”

“Calculating…”

“Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a B-level template!”

“Extracting…”

“Ding, congratulations to the host for getting the JR-Smith template!”

Start with Neuroknife and become a legend!

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[ THE EARTH YOU KNOW WILL END IN SIX DAYS ]After the text appeared the world was no longer the same. The apocalyptic scenarios that humanity could imagine began to occur one after another.Monsters, meteors, natural disasters. All of them came after the six-day countdown ended.Fortunately, humans are given something to fight back. Or actually to make things much more interesting. They became Players.No one knows who is behind all this.Humans have no other choice but to survive amid this chaos by playing.But Clyde didn't live it like the others. Because he was the only human who had the lowest difficulty in the End Time Game.He plays in Easy Mode, and he already read this kind of thing in web novels. Except, there are no such thing as 'Regressor' in those webnovels. Until he met them.“Wait, I only hit that monster once and it died right away?!”“Whoa, I got an A-grade weapon right away!?”“There are... 4 Regressors?”How is Clyde's journey in this apocalyptic world with the lowest difficulty?

[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.