MTL - Fast Wear: on the Correct Posture of Counterattack - Chapter 252 Yan is the first righteousness

Wang Zhong arrived in an alternate world and became embroiled in this world's global war.What he gained was a cheat, akin to a real-time strategy game's overhead perspective, and he could even see through the eyes of his subordinates' units!So, he decisively started micro-managing, “Shift the machine gun position five centimeters to the left! Place the anti-tank cannon in the forest on the right!”Three years passed in this manner, and Wang Zhong looked at the marshal's baton in his hand, then at the double-headed eagle flag behind the emperor's envoy.“In my hometown, there's an old saying, 'Princes and generals, are they not sprung from the masses?' Envoy, do you know of it?”

Accidentally, Ye Xiaochen became new generation of Heavenly Farmer (Shen Nong), the treasure in the eyes of deities of three realms.

Transgressing into a new world, Xu Shan found himself in possession of a mysterious book that granted him the ability to manipulate reality at an equivalent price.

However, he soon realizes the world he now inhabited was far from simple, especially since the body he transgressed into belonged to the Third Prince of the strongest dynasty, who had been born with a Demonic Heart.

Afflicted with the unique ability that made him incapable of growing stronger other than by devouring the strength of others, he understood that his path was destined to be filled with bloodshed, manipulations, and schemes.

There was only one thought in his mind... to survive by becoming stronger in a world where strength reigned supreme, even if it meant plundering the Heaven itself!

Witness what happens when a human crosses the line and sets foot on the path of trying to control reality itself, ultimately becoming a villain so despised that the very heavens craved to erase him from existence...

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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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