MTL - Approach - Chapter 97

Chu Sihan, the county magistrate of Xuan Yue Country, is an exceptionally handsome prodigy who had risen to fame since he was a child. However, the National Preceptor prophesies that he would not live to the age of thirty, unless he marries the Lu Family’s daughter from Liu Yue Village.

One day, a mysterious tower suddenly appeared in the city. The people decided to call it a dungeon, and while it was full of rugged terrain and dangerous monsters, it was also a land of opportunity, where countless treasures awaited. When Sejun, a young man living an ordinary life, is invited to the dungeon by chance, he is thrilled at the prospect of becoming rich, but he is stranded in a hidden area of the mysterious tower. All he has is a few seeds and his body. Now Sejun must farm, collect resources, and figure out his own survival strategy!

Mo Han was in a tough spot. His daughter, Chen Chen, needed a lot of money, three hundred thousand, for an operation to treat her leukemia.He didn't have the cash and didn't know what to do. So, he tried to come up with some sneaky plans near a bar, hoping to raise the money that way. But things went from bad to worse when an old classmate who had rejected him in college caught him red-handed. She made fun of him and made him feel even worse.When Mo Han's wife, Luo Ning, found out about the situation, she rushed over with Zhang Hao, who had a crush on her. But instead of helping, Luo Ning shocked Mo Han by suggesting they get a divorce! And just like that, she left with Zhang Hao in a car, leaving Mo Han feeling alone and confused.After a night of heavy rain, something amazing happened to Mo Han. He unexpectedly inherited something really special from someone called Ye Lingfeng, a fallen medical expert. From that moment on, Mo Han's life took a turn. He decided to take charge of his own destiny and set out to change the world, no matter what challenges came his way.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”