MTL - The Cultivation Of The Maid - Chapter 117 ==

The most precious things in the world are priceless. Ordinary men tend to turn a blind eye to this fact. Apart from the treasured air, sunlight, and familial love, there is still one more thing that’s extremely valuable. It’s right beside you and can be easily obtained. But… I wonder whether you can see it?

This was the apocalypse. Humanity was at the brink of extinction, all resources were exhausted, and the entire world was in ruins.

Just then, enormous, mysterious black towers appeared in various locations across the globe.

Inside the towers, there were huge amounts of resources. The greater the number of floors of the towers, the more resources it contained. However, corresponding to that, there were also more powerful beasts protecting them.

The only way for one to obtain what he desires is to become stronger and defeat them.

As such, at the demand of the Global Federal Government, teenagers who are of age have to go to the towers to awaken their talents.

Liu yan, who had transmigrated here, awakened the SSS-rank talent: “God-tier Extraction.”

Extract the impurities, and increase the power level of his equipment.

Extract the beasts, and obtain resources to level up.

Until one day, he realized that he could extract the stats and talents of other people…

This marked the beginning of Liu yan’s journey of endless harvesting.

Who, in the ancient mythology, held an artifact and killed the first emperor of the human race?

Who, at the beginning of ancient times, closed the gate of the God Realm, Jedi Tiantong?

Who set a lifespan limit of only one hundred and thirty years for the people, and even the Great Emperor was not spared?

Who, turned into a black hand that covers the sky for eternity, shrouded the world?

…

Yang Shou on Earth: “Yes, yes, I did it all, I just want to live.”

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When I entered for the Film Academy, the examiner arranged a crying scene for me. I pinched my thighs blue but still no tears came out, but now, oh.

Chen You held a cigarette with his mouth, give me ten seconds, I can cry like a dog, a dead dog.

444: Film Emperor, it’s time to go to the next set.

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