MTL - You’re My Glory - Chapter 20

“After finding himself transported into a vastly different existence, a man wakes up not as a mogul or heir, but in a modest mountain life with only a younger sibling and six acres of farmland for company. Accompanying him is a miraculous farming system that transforms his simple life into an incredible adventure.Initially hesitant to accept his new role as a farmer, he soon becomes engrossed by the system’s perks. Planting seeds yields $8000, while harvesting crops brings an additional $10,000. Moreover, unique rewards make this occupation surprisingly profitable. Astonishingly, all transactions are in dollars, rapidly increasing his net worth to $10 million. Farming, unexpectedly, becomes an extraordinary endeavor.His life is peaceful, immersed in nature’s beauty and the rhythm of rural living. However, tranquility is broken when a group, including a captivated woman, discovers his farm. They are amazed by his well-tended watermelons and by him, raising questions about his serene life. What secrets does this encounter bring, and what adventures await beyond his mountain retreat?”

Super soldier Su Chen, returned to the city and returned to the city, set off all directions! The king of soldiers that once famous the world, let everyone be convinced!

- Description from xbiquge

As a true over-bearing president scum gong, when Xie He for the Nth time rejected his admirer, he heard a sentence in his head: “Congratulations on achieving the “rejects 100 hosts” accomplishment; as an award you will soon bind to the “Scum Gong and Cheap Shou” system, entering other worlds to complete capture missions.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.