MTL - Basketball: Start with the Neuroknife - Chapter 8 Domestic praise

Humanity has endured for millions of years, but recorded history only spans a mere four thousand years. During that unrecorded deep-sea age, what exactly were we doing?Countless indescribable beings ruled the universe, and our powerful ancestors preserved the fire of human civilization under their threat.Then they disappeared, and we rose.Now, they are coming back, mysterious psychic powers are awakening, the flame of human civilization is slowly extinguishing, and no kings are in sight...Chen Ke opens his eyes to see a world full of ruins and himself on the brink of death.The moment his heart was pierced by the Blasphemous Dagger, he became a dying man without a heart.Able to survive only 2 hours...

My name is Ye Haoran, and I am a student.

I thought I would become a street slut after graduation, but unexpectedly awakened the super evolutionary system!

Others need to practice hard, but I just need to lie down and do things to become stronger?

Outrageous options struck one after another, and Ye Haoran couldn’t control his excited heart and trembling hands.

[Option 1: Go to school? What school do you want to go directly to hunting god-level beasts! Reward: Urn]

[Option 2: Just find a reason to save the world and leave the classroom! Reward: The evolution chance of the contracted spirit increases by 1]

[Option 3: Go directly to date the goddess! Reward: Goddess’ favorability for you increases by 50%]

To die of laughter, Ye Haoran is such an excellent student who respects his teachers, so he is naturally——

Leave the classroom! Strength is the first!

Straight man? What it is?

Woman, it affects my speed of drawing the knife!

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The extraordinaire has disrupted the silence of the world and ever since then, technology has taken a different path.

Heed my call! O’ Dragon of Eternal Sin, the Progressive Disaster, the Forerunner, the Land of Eternal Peace, the Flames of Soul Burning, He Who Owns The Deep Soul, the Sound of Origin, the First Cause of All Things, the Principle of Circles… o’ great Negary, your servant calls for your return!