MTL - Humans Are Falling Apart, Just In the Moon, Science God - Chapter 49

After a disaster, a despised son-in-law quietly undergoes a shocking transformation. With both medical and martial arts skills, a battle for redemption is on the brink of erupting...

Video games are one of the important ways to entertain people in the new era.

However, Take Yuxing from Japan, who traveled to a parallel world, found that the game industry in this world was extremely sluggish, and it seemed that it had never arisen.

So Zhu Yuxing decided to bring the ninth art to the world.

“Mom, Super Mario 3 is out! This is my most wanted Christmas present!”

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“My Zelda is addicted to picking branches and has no intention to save the princess”

“It was Link who saved the princess!”

“Huh? Is it? Well Zelda”

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“I am willing to sacrifice my soul just to protect the fire girl!”

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“More than racing, Forza is YYDS!”

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“Tifa is my eternal goddess!”

Games never sleep, this is a story that will only focus on developing the game entertainment industry.

(This story is a parallel universe and does not insinuate any related characters. Any similarity is purely coincidental)

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Travel through the world of Naruto, activate the god-level forging system, and a super strong man has risen in the ninja world!

One after another artifact appeared in the ninja world one after another,

So the whole world is boiling!

Grass Pheasant Sword, Ten Fist Sword, One Hit Kill – Murasame!

The beheading sword, the Zanpakutō, the flowing blade is like fire・d solution!

Red Sand Scorpion: “My puppet is not worth mentioning in front of his ninja gear!”

Four Raikage: “What?

He can slash through my Thunder Dun armor with a single knife? ! ”

Madara Uchiha: “I can’t even beat his ninja gear. What kind of fourth ninja war is going on?”

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.