MTL - Poison Genius Consort - Chapter 1191 You left me again.

[Kill level 4 weirdos (characteristic: silent), you can redeem 3000 system points, or the system can be devoured to extract characteristics! 】Chen Ge listened to the voice in his mind and looked at the wild cat that was killed by his own hands. His expression was a little subtle for a moment.Returning to the community, looking at the friendly security guard, the system prompt sounded in Shen Ge’s mind again——【warn! Found a level 5 weirdness (Characteristics: three heads and six arms), detected that the host’s current strength is definitely no match for him, please flee the scene quickly! 】For a moment, looking at the oranges handed over by the security guard, Shen Ge didn’t know whether he should accept them or not.The next day, Shen Ge went to the supermarket and bought a box of instant noodles and some snacks.[The host sneaked into the mysterious and haunted area of ​​Level 6 and collected a large amount of supplies. His courage was astonishing and he was rewarded with 1,000 system points! 】Shen Ge was about to scan the QR code to pay, but his hands froze in mid-air…

They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

As a top cultivator in the Canglang Realm, Fang Mu has been a little troubled recently.

Because his new apprentice seems to be a little brainless.

…

Brain-disabled apprentice: “Master, the GM you killed is dead!”

Fang Mu: “Nonsense, people are killed and still not dead?”

Brain-disabled apprentice: “No, I mean, he died in the real world!”

Fang Mu: “Isn’t this the reality?”

The brain-dead apprentice “Of course not, you are just an NPC in the game!!!”

Fang Mu: “…”

…

Brain-disabled apprentice: “By the way, master, the last time it was a closed beta test, how come you haven’t been recalled?”

Fang Mu: “Oh, there was indeed a time travel back in the first two months.

But here I was blocked. ”

Brain-disabled apprentice: “Master, you are a bug…”

“Um?”

“Master, you will be corrected by GM with code!”

- Description from novelbuddy

In a world of countless enemies, the right talent is all it takes to thrive. Freddy Stern, a twenty-one-year-old cashier, has lived a plain, albeit harsh life. Having been orphaned—twice—he’s spent the last ten years working and staying out of trouble. His only aspiration is to save enough money to become an archhuman. His dream gets the jump on him when he barely survives a near-death encounter and finds himself with 1% Lifesteal, a bizarre talent with numerous contradictions and just as many uses. With every dead enemy, he becomes a bit stronger, a little wiser, and a lot more ruthless. And no matter how much damage he takes, he can always put himself back together. Physically, at least. But on his path to power, after having to look at the rotting guts of archhuman society again and again, can his talent keep his mind and soul as pristine as his body? Or will that part of him simply remain broken?