MTL - The Chief Minister’s Ferocious Wife - Chapter 85 I don't think I'm at a loss

At five years old, the child from the metaphysical family is about to leave the mountain, and the bigwigs of the capital city have come out to see him off.What's so great about a little dumpling?Yun Xiaoqi innocently spreads his hands, claiming he never intended to show off his powers; his simple wish is to be a good child while subtly dominating all sorts of spirits.Many oppose him during this time, and the “Little Celestial Maiden” Yun Ying teams up with various metaphysical leaders to continuously challenge him, only to be soundly beaten, losing face.Finally, the bigwigs bow down in reverence: it’s we mortals who were blind and offended the little ancestor!***The news of the little dumpling ruling over the metaphysical world reaches the Nether Realm.The Lord of the Nether Realm frowns: this milky little master must be the youngest and most temperamental special envoy from the Nether Realm.The little dumpling, carrying a lantern, walks among the mountains and rivers of the earth, guiding the souls with a proud stomp, declaring: Lord of the Netherworld is not much older than me, who are you calling childish!The noble and refined Lord of the Nether Realm lands and transforms into a twelve-year-old boy, gentle as jade: whatever the little envoy says is right.Yun Xiaoqi keeps waving his hands: nope, I'm just working here.

Lou Yi arrives in this complex world, becoming a penniless and helpless woodcutter. One day, he and his fellow woodcutters are attacked by a tiger when working and one of his friend gets killed. Lou Yi manages to pull himself together and wants to carry his friend's body home.The moment he touches the body, a line of semi-transparent text appears suddenly before his eyes: “Energy +1, absorb it?”

“Among the 11 modern arts, the 10th art has always been my favorite. I experienced so many amazing classics in my other world, that I felt compelled to be able to provide this art to the people of this world as well.”After finishing playing all the games nominated for the “Games Award” that year, Gabriel, known on the internet as Gabe, felt that life was really beautiful, experiencing so many beautiful things while playing, he felt quite satisfied, until he woke up in an unknown place.Confused, Gabe felt new memories surging through his mind, indicating that he had transmigrated to another world, a world where humans needed to create virtual worlds so that the population could arm themselves to fight the monsters that threatened to wipe out their race.But something shocked Gabe, these virtual worlds were like VR games that people could play and get items or abilities, and the surprise was that from the memories he received, his current body was a developer of Virtual Worlds.Follow Gabe's journey to become the greatest game developer in human history.Do humans need battle skills against monsters? I will do my favorite game that fights against zombies.Do humans need monsters to fight alongside them? I will make monsters that can be balled up and evolve to fight alongside humans.Is the technology of humans too weak? I will make alien robots that can transform into vehicles and shoot lasers.Does the government want to control me? Sorry, but I was running the government before that.From a young man who couldn't develop the most basic game to graduate from university, to the most powerful developer in the world, Gabe used all the knowledge available to him to reach the pinnacle of the world and take humanity along with him.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.