MTL - Shuttle To Get Rich Since 1985 - Chapter 550 result

Su Yun crossed over and became a small anchor, suffering from lack of talent, he broadcasted live broadcasts of “hard training all kinds of unique skills” every day, wanting to make a living.

Such as: flying cards to cut flies; wooden swords to play table tennis; flying needles to shoot bulletproof glass;

On the first day of dawdling, Su Yun learned how to fly cards, and everyone thought he was here to make a joke.

On the fifth day, Su Yunfei split the cucumber, and everyone thought he had stopped here.

On the 30th day, Su Yun’s card cut through the stake ten meters away and killed the fly… After everyone was astonished, they all agreed that this was a special effect!

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Until this day, Su Yun accidentally ran into a robber when he went out. He used cards to kill people, and the whole Internet was buzzing!

After a period of time, when Su Yun was accidentally exposed and received a summons from the police station to file a record, more of his skills were exposed one by one:

The light work of crossing the river with one reed!

The swordsmanship of splitting stones with one sword!

A flying needle comparable to bullet penetration…

Police: “Are you sure this is just an anchor? File it as an S-level file immediately!”

[There is no martial arts or cultivation world in this book, I am the only one in the book, and I am the only one in the world who comprehends evolution, it all depends on my talent]

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Before her rebirth, Song Ran lived a lone and miserable life. Her innocence and naiveness cost her fortune. Her family assets was wasted by the stepmother, and her man stolen by her very best friend. After she was reborn, having the scales fallen from her eyes, Song Ran learned from her mistakes. The first thing she needed to do was ride on the coattail of her man with a promissing future, Mr. Gu.

Xander Nyxon was born with a gift: the ability to lift the veil of sleep and travel to the world beyond. He is one of the few rare individuals who can enter dreams and nightmares at will.

While most Dreamwalkers ply their trade on the Dreamscape, Xander Nyxon is one of the reckless few who travels to the Nightscape seeking answers from the deceased. However, walking through nightmares is a perilous task even for the most experienced Dreamwalker.

A thin veil separates the real world from the realm beyond, holding the terrors of the Nightscape at bay. But things quickly go wrong when a group of cultists cause the wall between the worlds to crumble. What happens when dreams and nightmares merge with the real world and twisted Ethereals start clawing their way out of the Nightscape?

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Xander was lifted off his feet and pushed back several paces. He desperately tried to get back on the ground, but his legs kept dangling mid-air.

“I knew you’d be coming,” the mysterious figure whispered, pulling his hood back to reveal a hideous face riddled with scars. He was blind in the left eye and all his teeth were grimy black.

“What the hell are you freaks up to?” Xander growled, desperately trying to break free from the cultist’s grasp. “Who are you guys?”

The cultist smiled at this and replied, “Our names are inconsequential, Dreamwalker. But I think you already know what we are up to. Our world is plagued by sin. It is time for it to be cleansed by the Dark Deity’s blessing!”

What to expect?

1. Dungeons.

2. Magic.

3. Creatures from folklore, myth and fantasy.

4. A level-up system with skill upgrades.

5. Mystery and adventure.

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