An Extra's POV - Chapter 732 Crisis In The City

“What do you mean I'm the father!?”In a world shattered by a devastating meteor shower, nature has turned hostile.The skies bled strange lights, wild life mutated into horrors, and humanity awakened to supernatural powers in a desperate bid for survival. Cities became fortresses, and the awakened, powerful humans were the military might of every nation.But not everyone was gifted.Riven, an F-ranked Awakened, is a Cleaner — the lowest rung on the ladder. His job? Scrape up monster guts, salvage what’s valuable, and stay out of the way. His life is simple, thankless, and dangerous in the shadows of real heroes.That is, until the day he cuts open the corpse of a grotesque chitinous behemoth… and finds a strange cocoon pulsing with life.One thing led to another it later hatched.And she stepped out.

Shennugou is an old and infertile place. It’s hard to find a woman to marry here.

I’ve thought of every possible solution, tried every possible method, worked till he forgot to eat and sleep, and toiled constantly… in order to just cultivate a little slower, but the system just wouldn’t let him!

Special Opportunities System: Congratulations to the host for breathing for the first time, you have received 300 level-up points. Congratulations on leveling up!

Special Opportunities System: Congratulations to the host for eating for the first time, received 3000 level-up points, congratulations on leveling up!

Special Opportunities System: Congratulations to the host for holding hands for the first time, received 30000 level-up points, congratulations on leveling up!

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System, can you stop making me level up? In order to have fewer of your “special opportunities” I’ve been lying on the bed for the last 100 chapters. Why am I still leveling up so quickly? If I continue leveling up, my father, the emperor, would definitely kill me out of jealousy!

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Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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