MTL - After Resurrecting, I Opened a Cat Cafe - Chapter 37 solve

With peerless medical skills in one hand and unmatched Kung Fu in the other, bearing the memory of the Medical Divine, I dominate the city as the god it kneels to. I am here, so I decide your fate between life and death! I am here, so I am the heaven that dictates your destiny!

An ordinary student, a wretched peeper, a cowardly teenager with a kind heart. In a terrorist attack, he inherited the knowledge of countless elites, embarked on a path of God Jagged Tu…

He is an artist!

He is a mathematician!

He is a psychology Doctor!

He is a master of fighting!

In fact, he is a man

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A wretched, dirty young man is working during the summer when he was caught up in a mysterious explosion. After that explosion, the young man is then left with the memories and knowledge of dozens of the world’s experts.

He has changed, his heart has become cold, iron-blooded. He became a killing machine, his mind turned mechanical, calculative. Everything goes according to his plans and calculations!

In this magical, slaughterous world, a door is opened for him…

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Upon dying an unlikely death, Ash, a man was transported into the body of hatching Queen Bee. He was also given something called The Queens System, but all is not well after being transported.

Ash will be forced into a fight for her life because he is no longer a male, and his mind is telling him that he must kill the other virgin queens or he would be the next to die.

This is a journey of one lost soul's journey to find themselves and slow break out of their shell.

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