MTL - Rebirth of the Urban Immortal - Chapter 3757 ever-changing

Until the time of him becoming the master of the lowest rank in the order of rankings, the lonely side of his life without luck was changed.

When human beings ventured into the Interstellar Age, they encountered the Ochs Civilization, and thus followed the first Interstellar War.

Lost territories continued to increase along with the skyrocketing casualties. Eventually, humans were forced back into the Solar System.

In the 58th year of the Federation, Lin Fan, a traverser from Earth, graduated from the Interstellar Military Academy and entered the Federation Fleet.

That then signalled the day of the humans’ counterattack!

From dominating the Milky Way to the entire Universe, mankind never stopped.

This is a story of a traverser leading mankind to rule the Universe!

When the last prodigy level esper on Earth disappeared, Earth was in deep trouble of becoming another species’ colony. The ordinary Han, with his intelligence and hardworking character, was able to make a fortune after “accidentally” stepping into the world of dark net, later purchasing an esper power crystal that brought him the ultimate power that changed the fate of the universe.

Dark net is a subset of the Deep Web that is not only not indexed by traditional search engines, but that also requires special tools like specific proxy or authentication to gain access. Dark net is not restricted by any law or morals, so the dark net market has everything that is prohibited by the law. Drugs, slaves, firearms, uranium, bioweapons, rare animals, human testing, assassination, and the list goes on. During the year of 2075 on Earth, Han Lang logged into the largest hyperspace dark net market, and our story begins.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.