MTL - Dear Mr. Lu - Chapter 4

When the threat of relegation looms over Mallorca, the team makes a shocking decision: hiring an unproven rookie as their head coach! Everyone doubts him, but the results defy all expectations.He’s José—a man who may look inexperienced but wields a mind capable of foreseeing the future. With unparalleled tactics and bold strategies, José rises to dominate the football world. Turning setbacks into opportunities, he slowly builds his legacy, leading Mallorca to unimaginable heights.In football, there’s God. And just below God... there’s me.I am José!

The abyss invades, leading to the digitization of the world.This isn't a game, but a confrontation between the world and the abyss. Losing means losing our homes, and the defeat of human civilization means its end.There are no winners...at least there never have been before.Lu Heng once again stands at the starting point of the abyss' arrival, resolutely picking up the crystal core, embarking on a path strewn with blood and thorns...The abyss battlefield countdown begins: 3 hours...[Battlefield mode: Desert Escape Killing][Main Quest: Survive three days][Awakened initial talent 'Divine Evolution', breaking the skill level limits and elevating skills to a higher form.]The abyss invades various celestial civilizations, with cyber civilization, dark iron dwarf civilization, elves civilization... appearing in turn.

Ms Shen goes about her usual days while Mr Bo flirts with her relentlessly.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.