MTL - Orochimaru’s Magic Lamp - Chapter 323 just for one thing

#extract #rapiddevelopment

Gu Xi transmigrated to a fantasy world where strength was exalted. He was weak from a young age and was detested by his own clan.

Thankfully, he was bound to the Infinite Extraction System.

With the system, he could analyze anything and discover its weaknesses. He could also extract their impurities and repair their flaws.

Therefore, he extracted the billions of toxins from his own body and tempered a unique Unsullied Body, which put him in the best physical condition for cultivation.

His abilities improved by leaps and bounds.

What would he do if he lacked martial arts techniques?

[Ding! 99 million flaws are detected in the Sword Drawing Technique, a basic martial arts technique. The flaws have been repaired automatically and it has become the One Sword Immortal Kneels, a divine-grade cultivation technique.]

[Ding! 50 million flaws are detected in the waste left in the cauldron. The flaws have been repaired automatically and it has become the Pill of Great Enlightenment, a supreme-grade medicinal pill.]

[Ding! A hint of the divine beast bloodline is detected in White Fox, the Familiar Beast. The impurities in its body have been extracted automatically and it has evolved into the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox.]

As such, Gu Xi turned all junk into treasures and he was on an easy journey to become the mightiest in the world.

“What for? Isn't it enough to bully me like this, do you want to screw me too?”The woman was pressed up against Lin Tian.……“Ah... ah...”Being fucked in a car for the first time, and by a stranger at that, the woman felt an excitement she had never known before.Lin Tian felt the same, wishing he could fuck her for three days and nights nonstop....

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

You guys shine.So it’s okay to vent a little, isn’t it?