MTL - Eighteen Years of Cheating, I Entered the Horror Game - Chapter 12 : It's hunting time!

The war of gods left the earth no winners, but a broken world.

“Ding! The first function is activated, and automatic training is turned on. The training speed is equal to the super evil!”

“Ding! The function upgrades, the training speed doubles, the function upgrades, the training speed doubles!”

“Ding! The second function is activated, turn on automatic martial arts…” “Ding! The third function is activated…”

Is it difficult to practice? I’m sorry that one day of cultivation is equivalent to decades of cultivation for you!

Is it difficult to practice? Sorry, I can easily learn countless exercises without doing anything!

Alchemy is difficult? I’m sorry that my pill will be moldy if I can’t finish it!

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After Su Lang passed through, he obtained a one-click training system, which is getting stronger every second! From now on, sling everything, the world has no enemies!

The world is in ruins. Extreme sub-zero temperatures suffocate the surface, making even simple survival an ordeal. Frozen derelicts of bygone eras span across massive ice wastes. And the survivors closely guard any technology rediscovered within.The only escape from the deadly climate is beneath the surface. But it’s another disaster underground. Monstrous machines lurk in the depths. Unhinged demigods war against them, dying over and over, treating it all like a game. The land itself shifts over time, more contraption than rock. And an ominous prophecy states that the key to everything waits on four heroes - but nobody knows who or where they are.When an expedition into the far uncharted north goes terribly wrong, Keith Winterscar and his father get trapped together in a desperate fight for survival. Stumbling upon an ancient war of titanic scale; the two will need to set their differences aside while they struggle against Gods, legends, and the grand secrets of the realm that lies below.

The world I transmigrated into was a dark fantasy game universe, devoid of hope or dreams.Doesn’t feel like it at all, though.