MTL - Thousand Face Demonic Concubine - Chapter 474 Thank you in person

After awakening a low talent compared to the kids his age, Kyle was ridiculed and looked down upon by others.

That's why he stopped working hard. He knew the world which was filled with danger only followed the strong but there was nothing he could do.

“What's the point of working so hard when my potential is low?“

One day his brother suggested him to give the Royal Academy test just so Kyle could gain some experience.

Kyle was stunned, not believing that his brother was asking him to take the test!!

He knew there was no way a person who didn't even work hard after awakening his talent would be able to pass the test of one of the biggest Academy in the Kingdom.

Nevertheless even after knowing he would never be able to pass the test, Kyle decided to give it a go only for his family.

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After mistakenly contributing all of his attribute points to the drop rate, Xiao Shi found that every time he killed, he would get an item.

Slapping a mosquito to death, drop a pill.

Killing an evil spirit, drop a secret book.

Slashing a martial artist to death, drop the opponent’s cultivation tips.

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When killing, Xiao Shi was shocked… “How did I become invincible?”

“Hey, Kid, do you know what this is?” Thanos asked, lifting his arm to reveal a golden gauntlet adorned with six Infinity Stones. “With this, reality can be whatever I want.”

Fang Mo, wearing the Infinity Armor, responded, “You can try, you purple-headed twat.”

Worlds Fang Mo can currently Travel:

— Minecraft World

— Marvel

— X-Men

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.