MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room - Chapter 353 Ground Pot Chicken (4)

When Song Xiao was young, he wanted to become a Virtuous Official for a lifetime, but was forced to marry into the palace by that uncooperative Emperor; when his Virtuous Empress For A Lifetime career had just started, the Emperor died……

[Entertainment Industry + Strong Female Lead + Refreshing Story + Hidden Identity]The Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, Tang Shu, who was skilled in Poison Techniques and Hidden Weapons, had transmigrated and became an 18th-tier newbie, debuting as a supporting actress.After a variety show aired:Haters: “I actually think Tang Shu is kind of cute. Is there something wrong with me?”When the National Mechanical Engineering Research Institute announced: Miss Tang is our key-appointed research consultant.Haters: “What????”When an authoritative Chinese medicine expert revealed during an interview: The development of a new type of medicine owes much to Tang Shu.Haters: “Isn't this just too coincidental?”When the Porcelain Restoration Department openly stated: No one surpasses Tang Shu in the fields of porcelain restoration and calligraphy and painting.Haters: “Is this white lotus getting a bit too intoxicating?”When a Weibo big V with millions of fans accidentally revealed her face during a live broadcast...The haters all declared that their minds were blown!***Jing Yu, the favored son of heaven, had always had an iron grip and a successful career until— he met Tang Shu.Inside the cinema, after watching four or five movies in a row, he realized the person sitting next to him hadn't changed, enjoying the popcorn with great relish.Jing Yu's throat moved slightly; this woman was flirting with him.Facing each other in a coffee shop, she casually pulled out a double-sided straw and placed it in her cup.Jing Yu's eyes tinted red; this woman was definitely flirting with him!

'I should have stayed home and played video games' this was Ray's last thought before darkness engulfed him after he was hit by a car.

But surprisingly instead of finding himself before the gate of hell after dying, Ray found out he was transmigrated into another world.

The world Ray was transmitted to was called Arora world, a world where you can use different kinds of skills, magic and can even get powerful classes.

Ray found himself in a body of a young boy called Evan, who was studying in a hunter academy after awakening his ability at the age of fourteen.

At first, Ray was happy that he was transmigrated into the body of someone who has awakened his ability and can use the magic that he always wanted to use.

But when Ray goes through the memories of Evan, he finally found out everything is not as simple as he was expecting.

Evan has a unique physique that doesn't allow him to increase his power like other people, because of his useless unique physique Evan was the weakest hunter in the entire academy.

And that was not all the more Ray looks at the memories of Evan the more he realizes just how troublesome his situation is.

“I know I enter in this body without buying a ticket but isn't this too much?” Ray said in a depressed voice after going through the memories of Evan.

Will Ray be able to survive in this new world?

Is the physique of his new body really useless?

Join Ray In his adventure to find out.

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