MTL - Plan to Trap the Golden Thigh - Chapter 187 Hikusei

The Spirit Network, known as【Deep Sea】 connected five continents as human civilization surged forward; yet, they were oblivious to the impending eternal night. With the Extraordinary Awakening, the edifice was about to collapse. Flesh is weak and pitiful, how could one ascend? The story began when Gu Shen, an ordinary youth, received a ruler that bore the truth. He peeled back the corner of this extraordinary world, becoming the largest moth among the thousands that dashed into the flames. If winter is coming, I will climb against the steps, overturn the thrones of kings, shatter the crowns of falsehood, destroy the scepters of injustice. I will become humanity's last, Bright Barrier.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.

Somebody once told a joke.A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number “1”. So what did he say?“Gosh I better make the number go up.”Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.