Industrial Cthulhu: Starting as an Island Lord - Chapter 199: You Must Get Used to the Crushing Power of Weapon Superiority

Upon waking up, Lu Qi turned into a tentacle monster.
As a tentacle monster, Lu Qi was not satisfied with using the tentacles to stun the elves, horsewoman, and magical girls. He wanted to learn the evil gods and make some big news in the multiverse.

“The abyss race never adapts to the environment, anyway, the environment will adapt to us sooner or later, and the same is true of Azeroth.”
“Humans, don’t play the tech tree anymore, you should add your points to” Spirit Vision “and” Mad Men’s Knowledge ”

“The inclusion of Godzilla, Quitola, Mozilla, and Ultraman in the” Luxury Lunch of the King’s Plan “is a matter of very little moral quality. Everyone has a responsibility to care for rare species.”
“Now take the initiative to blast your own worldview, we will give you a Saya sauce for free”

“Don’t worry about losing the SAN value, you can add a crazy attribute to be negative.”
“I decided to learn from the predecessors first and set myself a small goal, such as conquering the 6 billion carbon-based monkeys on this planet …”

- Description from Uukanshu

Fu Li was a yaoguai from the countryside who had never seen the world. After entering the city, his biggest dream was to become a civil servant and leave his name in historical records.

30 year old Lu Ziwen was born in poverty and after struggling for a lifetime, he is finally able to perform in the Golden Hall symbolizing the highest honor. However, an hour before taking the stage, he was killed by his lover.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.