MTL - The Divine Healer is a Black Lotus - Chapter 531 a little embarrassing

An old baseball player gets another chance to live the sport he loves, but this time as a system! The son of one of Japan's greatest pitchers has a dream to follow in his father's footsteps and become a great professional, but he has a major problem, lack of talent.Follow the journey of Shun Takahashi, a young baseball player without talent who receives the old baseball player system. Hellish training, legendary skills, impossible missions, good friends, talented rivals, and maybe luck in love. Shun and the system have a complicated relationship, but they both share the same goal, to be the greatest of all time!

I possessed a reliant villain who was in debt and clinging to the heroines.“Why did I give all these good things to others?”From now on, I will solely focus on my own growth.After stopping these villainous acts,the heroines’ reactions were strange.

Wu Rong died in his last life, and his half life’s hard work was given cheaply to that pair of scum man and woman. He didn’t expect that after closing his eyes, he opened them and he was reborn!

But the world after his rebirth, it seems, something is wrong?

Scientific subversion, miraculous recovery! Aunties danced in the square with the Dancing God, and the pen fairies in the stationery shop were out of stock. The whole society started a metaphysical upsurge. What’s more, since Wu Rong’s rebirth, strangers have been scrambling to call him.

Stranger A: Wu Rong, don’t die! Remember, on September 15, 2142, you must go out for a trip, or you will die!

Stranger B: Boss, it’s me! You should quickly die and we will rule the world together!

Stranger C: Hahahaha Wu Rong, Wu Rong, I’m back. Just you wait. I’ll eat you one mouthful at a time to relieve my hatred!

Stranger D: Hello, is it Wu Rong? I’m the Director of the Federal Security Administration. Please pay attention to your own safety and don’t die!

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Wu Rong: ???

It’s said that after my death, I became the strongest ghost king in the world and almost ruled the world?

……

There was something wrong with this miraculous and resurgent world. Countless people and ghosts have been reborn from the future of the reign of the ghost king Wu Rong. At this time, in the future, the ghost king Wu Rong, who was full of resentment and hatred, tyrannical and murderous, was still just an unruly little gangster, Brother Rong.

Some people wished Wu Rong would never die and just live like a bastard. Others were eager to see the Ghost King come earlier. Even the resentful ghost begged and couldn’t help being infatuated to the extreme, loving him enough to kill him…

Wu Rong: ??? What the hell is this??

As a result, under the multiple influences of the rebirths, Wu Rong has lived a colorful life since then, and even went back to the Miao area by accident to inherit his family property.

A few years later, the reborn people found out that the plot was not quite right.

Where is the Ghost King Wu Rong??

Who is this genius Gu master who appears in the world news all day long?!

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