The Harvest Mouse Exits the Fairytale Together with Cinderella - Chapter 60

Lu Zixin has a Black Technology Chat Group of the Ten Thousand Realms , and the group members are the science and technology giants of the world.

Tony Stark : “Group owner, I will send this War Machine Mark II Armor to you!”

Red Queen : “Group owner, do you want to try the latest T virus ?”

Skynet : “Group owner, where is your world? I am going to destroy it.”

Bruce Wayne : “The Batmobile is simply used to pick up girls and today I have a great girl. Do you want to see it ?”

Vega Punk : “Recently synthesized a new demon fruit, does the group want to try an experiment ?”

Little Spidey : “I don’t care, I don’t care, do not send me the red envelope, I will retreat!”

. . .

Lu Zixin : “A group of lawless people, be careful with me!”

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One day he suddenly found himself in hell.
All he had was the desire to live and a predation ability.
From the first to the ninth thousand circles of hell, he absorbed dozens, hundreds of thousands of demons.
Even the seven great dukes of hell bowed down before him.

– Why would you wish to go back? Doesn’t his highness have everything that’s in Hell?
– What do I have?

Nothing to eat, nothing to enjoy!
The only things in Hell are the barren lands and terrible demons!

“I’m going back.”

After ten thousand years he returns to Earth.

“Please... give me a baby.”His eyes cut like sharp blades: “Even if it's with your husband's own brother?”I nod, trembling.To save my dying husband, I would cross any line.What started as a deal spun out of control in the darkness.“Look at me,” he grips my chin. “What are you craving?”I shake my head, biting my lip as tears fall.“You want this...” his lips brush mine, “you want me.”

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.