MTL - The Trainer’s Surname is Uchiha - Chapter 335 Time and Space Shuanglong, Shirabi, meet!

Shen Zhixian transmigrated into a book as a cannon fodder master who hatefully severed his disciple’s spirit root. This disciple fell into the devil’s path and returned to make mincemeat out of him.

Shen Zhixian just happened to transmigrate into the last moment of the master’s captivity, and then he was reborn again.

After rebirth, he devoted himself to fostering and supporting his disciple, only to discover later that his disciple was also reborn.

Even worse, the disciple still retained the memory of his life before rebirth.

Shen Zhixian: …Disturbed.

Afterward, he realized one truth: Being a master is a high-risk occupation. Not trivial at all!

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Reincarnated into a poor youth in an unnamed mountain village in another world, Lu Qing expressed deep helplessness. Fortunately, he awakened an ability to see through the information of objects, giving him a bit of capital for survival. He looked at a patch of grass by the roadside.【Cow Bone Grass, average quality, medicinal, quite effective in treating bone injuries.】He looked at a red carp in the river.【Red Moon Carp, excellent quality, delicious meat, a top-grade tonic.】He glanced at a wild rabbit in the mountains.【Gray Rabbit, common wild rabbit, edible.】…Relying on his innate ability, Lu Qing gradually found his footing in the village, able to survive. Just when he thought he would spend his life peacefully in this ancient world with low productivity, one day, he suddenly saw a figure flying across the sky…

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...

This is the story of how I became an outer god.