MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire - Chapter 201 【The world does not stop】

☆The background of the era is overhead ☆
In the twelve continents of the Silver Tail Star, eight hundred years after the apocalypse reconstruction, the level of technology has finally returned to the pre-disaster level.
Ruan Yu binds a top-flow system.
System: You have to become the top stream!
Ruan Yu: I refuse.
#818 Ruan Yu, the new actress, who is behind her, and why her aggressive resources have continued to fight against black people on the Internet since her debut. The control of public opinion is too powerful! #
Ruan Yu: Thank you, I can answer.
There is no background, just standing on the whole continent.
No way, a drama can get ten points, an S+ TV drama heroine can get 10,000 points, and a billion-dollar movie star can get 1 million points.
And points can buy products of other time and space, laser weapon high-yield crops rare earth resources have everything.
The black fans are dying, the trend of public opinion is positive, and new branch lines can be launched from time to time. Not long ago, they settled and exchanged 100,000 pieces of cultivation liquid for desert to oasis.
what is this?
This is for nothing!
#Salted fish just want salted fish to lie down#
#But I can stand up for the country#
#After the system was handed over to the country, I became popular#
#My brain is not good, but what we do not lack is genius#
#Behind me stands the best of the whole country#
#I turned the system into a plane store#
#Lack of high-end reagents, I will give you money after I finish this scene#

Ruan Yu: I am an ordinary person, but my country is not ordinary
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Demining:
1. No logic, all made up, future overhead, full overhead
2. The heroine does not follow the line of being a scholar, she is an ordinary person and has no talent for scientific research
3. No cp, the heroine is salty fish but has a face, and she does not hold back

Content tags: Interstellar system Future overhead Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ruan Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: You can always trust Ruan Yu
One-sentence introduction: The system said it cried, moved
Concept: Although an individual is small, thousands of people are great, gathering sand into a tower, complementing each other and bringing out the best in each other.

- Description from novelbuddy

The strongest man of the cultivation world, Yu Hua had sent the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, Chi Hou to cultivate. After cultivating, Chi Hou was unrivaled for hundreds of thousands of years. However, he was ridiculed by the Demon Lord to be a bachelor who is as old as bone ashes and a fossil grade single dog. Not to even mention a girl, he doesn’t even have a little sister. In order to reverse the game, Chi Hou decided to kidnap the Demon Lord’s precious sister and turn her into his own little sister. He’ll first save her, then raise her, teach her magic, feed her dinner, tell her bedtime stories, and give her rare treasures. Like this, he’ll be the perfect brother. She won’t even remember her real brother.

Little sister: “What does this pervert who pulls me up every night to tell me ghost stories want to do? Cultivating to become a celestial is too hard, I want to go back to Earth!”

- Description from Novelupdates

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]

After possessing the game’s villain, my goal was solely one thing –

To escape from this cursed game world.

[Embrace a death befitting a villain]

I failed on the first run.

But I resolved once more to escape this world…

“I missed you, Kyle.”

Yet the heroines who once loathed me began to plead for my affection.