Complete Martial Arts Attributes - Chapter 2452 - :I Didn’t Have A Legacy Site So I Fought For One Casually (1)

Although Leng Ruoxue is born mentally challenged, she is the most beloved granddaughter of the number one general in the Eastern Lake Nation. She is despised by her fiancé and schemed against by her love rival. However, she is reborn as a powerful soul. This is a fantasy world, and also a world where the strong are respected. Cultivation, alchemy, weapon refinement, beast taming—the once foolish young miss has transformed into a stunning genius. Pill refinement and weapon refinement are all child's play. Heaven Grade medicinal pill? Even my pets won't turn an eye to it. Heavenly Treasure? I have the space to grow my own. Sacred artifact? Sorry, that's too low a level. I only know how to refine divine artifacts. Beast taming? My beasts deliver themselves to my doorstep.

On 1977, Voyager I took flight.

On 2010, Voyager II sent some rather strange information back to Earth.

On July, 2021, Voyager II lost contact with Earth four years before the planned date.

At the start of the 26th century, civilization on Earth was isolated and held in captivity.

At 10 a.m. on October 27th, 3020, humankind went extinct.

One year before the extinction, an ordinary youth

Harrison Clark from the 21st century travelled forward in time and arrived a thousand years into the

future. He discovered that after he died, he would be returned back to the

21st century.

Reading history in the future and changing the future in history.

In this seemingly never-ending cycle,

Harrison Clark began to look for that one glimmer of hope for both himself and humankind.

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He used that money to open a drug store, and troubled people who heard the rumors came over…

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Reiji makes medicine for troubled people, enjoying his leisurely slow life in a rural city.

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