MTL - American Warehouse Taobao King - Chapter 21 【Single-free treatment】

Bai Zian traveled through the era of beast taming. His grandfather was one of the seven strongest people in the world. He had resources and connections, and was born to win at the starting line!Moreover, Bai Zian also awakened the legendary mythical talent [Eye of Revelation] , which can obtain the revelation of heaven and know everything in the world![Ding, you are studying the evolution method of white-scaled fish and obtaining the revelation of heaven!] .[The first evolution plan: After two evolutions, it evolves into a red-eyed silver-striped fish (gold level)] .[The second evolution plan: After three evolutions, it evolves into a red-eyed gold-striped fish (diamond level)] .[…….] .[The nth evolution plan: After nine evolutions, the fish becomes a whale, and the whale becomes a Kun, and evolves into the Nine-Heavens Kunpeng (God-level)] .How can I lose when I start with a Mythical Talent?!

This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.

“Crossing over to a fantasy world of magic and battle auras, Lei Luo accidentally crossed over to the Xiluo Magic Academy and became a librarian.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.