MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire - Chapter 541 【Watching your performance quietly】

A 29 year old civil employment exam student wakes up in a blank white room and meets a baby angel. This baby angel informs him that he died in his sleep due to heart disease like his father and grandfather. Remembering his mom and their last conversation he says that he will take on a series of life and death tests that the baby angel offers him. From this point on he must put his life on the line and fight in the stage called ‘Arena’. And Every time he clears a test he will gain abilities and weapons to increase his strength. All to clear the tests and get his life back. This is his story of his fights in the ‘Arena’.

Huang Dan’s pain nerve is innately different from the ordinary people. A little tore in his skin can cause him to sweat all over his body painfully to the point of him unable to make a word out.

Somehow, he began to cross world, following Mr. System to do the tasks…

In the first world, Huang Dan realizes what it means to die painfully and to live to die again.

TL’s summary:
MC suddenly transmigrated and is bind to a system, requiring him to solve mysteries. Born with a higher degree of pain sensitivity, he met different people in the different worlds and learns what kind of emotion smiling is.

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A person with a strong thirst for knowledge traveled to the future five hundred years later. There are cities sailing in space, aliens with technology far beyond the earth, and monks based on spiritual power.

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We are born free; yet, why do the deities and Buddhas claim supremacy!Bodhisattva, Buddha, Deity? ... I shall wipe out all your Divine Souls!If the heavens obstruct me, I will shatter these heavens; if the earth obstructs me, I will crush this earth!Tathagata, today you must return to me—five hundred years!...