MTL - Global Blessed Land: I Can Add Attributes On The Buildings - Chapter 191 Thousands of diaries, Qinglian invitation card!

Mianmian felt that the last 20 years of her life was a big tragedy. Her father didn’t love her and her stepmother only pretended to treat her well. She only wanted to work and study hard so that she could leave the house after saving enough money, but ended up being harmed by her so-called family. However, Su Mianmian never thought that the seemingly dark and bottomless abyss was actually her starlight of salvation.

The day dungeons appeared on Earth, everything changed! From ordinary beasts to monstrous ones, attacks were common throughout the globe, and no one was safe.

After countless studies using these beasts as subjects, Humankind developed a serum capable of awakening incredible abilities in humans, leveling the battlefield.

With the serum came heroes and villains, those who wished to use their powers for good or bad.

The Garmony Upper School was a place for the elite with the sole purpose of creating heroes to fight the villains and explore more of the dungeons after the beast attacks increased for no apparent reason.

Damian Romero, a youth who received the serum after turning 18, yet got no unique ability. It was not uncommon for one to not receive power, but it was still a blow to one's pride.

He went rogue after the news, drinking alcohol and having a good time with women, and it was at that moment, when he was putting his toy to play, he got a surprise.

[All-in-One System Unlocked]

Damian's unique ability was a system with multiple functionalities, but after he studied it, it seemed this system worked with a different type of coin called Erotic Coins!

Improve his body? Buy any item or unique ability from his system's store? All Damian needed was Erotic Coins, and he knew how to earn them!

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]

I killed the player.

He was one hell of a f*cker.