MTL - Spirit Hotel - Chapter 57 Old things (on)

Have you ever seen a hunter spamming infinite meteors?

That’s me.

It is now 40 years after monsters started appearing in the world and with it, Awakened. Min-Cheol feels that life is unfair, comparing his life to the ones which the Awakened lead. After a scuffle with one of the Awakened, he gains an ability which allows him to have infinite mana.

The world had changed when the System arrived, alongside the Cataclysm that filled the world with monsters. The technology was gone, replaced by classes and skills that allowed the people to fight back. When Devon ended up as a Blacksmith, a class that didn’t grant Intelligence, he had to face the reality, that his old career that he loved - mathematical sociologist - was over. Instead, he had ended up as yet another discarded member of the production class, overshadowed by the existence of the System Shops to the point of total marginalization. But, what if all he needed was to reapply his scientific thinking to the System...

You read the title, right? If not...

He had been playing an H-Game when all of sudden...his life ended.

When he woke up, he found that he had been sent into the world of the H-Game.

What will he do now that he's in this new world?

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