MTL - Admiral in the Marvel Universe - v2 Chapter 382 superhero: black

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.

This is a peaceful village without so many disturbances.

Until one day, a young man named Dong Qing awakened the mutated martial spirit Tianjiao Ant,

This peaceful village has become less peaceful,

After some years.

“This planet tastes really good.”

After some years.

“The taste of this plane is really good.”

After some years.

“This universe smells really good.”

Countless billions of years later.

“Brother, you also like to eat so much!”

“yes!”

“What’s your name?”

“shortage”

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In the post-apocalyptic age, men were damned.