MTL - Gourmet Food Supplier - v3 Chapter 119 New disciple

What kind of experience is it to travel through time and become an AI?

Li Wenyuan, who was hit by the meteorite, successfully experienced this feeling.

Fortunately, he discovered that the planet he controlled… seems to be a little bit special.

“Precious living metal? Any wall here is living metal!”

“Zello? You said that omnics don’t need this? Sorry, psionic machines are being produced.”

“Interstellar colony? Isn’t it good to build a ring world?”

This is a story of farming, and it is also a story of human exploration of the universe from the past.

There are space wars, interstellar adventures, civilization observations, and galaxy epics.

“So…” A few years later, facing the disaster that was about to sweep across the entire galaxy, the unmanned fleet controlled by Li Wenyuan stood up helplessly.

“They all think that I am a lost empire, and I can only do what the lost empire should do.”

PS: space opera

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“Take me in, I’ll do anything you want me to!”

In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother’s tombstone. Seeing the as*hole and bit*h getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the as*hole and her step-sister in fiery flames.

The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life?

She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back!

“Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?”
“Actually, I have one more, do you want it?”
“…”

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Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

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When Mikel opened his new eye, the dead opened their doors.Mikel was just an ordinary, troubled teen until an accident stole his sight.When an experimental surgery gives him a strange new eye, he begins to see more than just the world of the living... and the dead.Haunting visions, ghostly figures, cursed relics, and a mysterious blue interface named Doom — speaking in glowing symbols and shifting data — start to rewrite everything he thought he knew about reality.And as the truth comes into focus, Mikel realized he might be a part of something bigger and far more dangerous than he could’ve imagined.Standing between these worlds, survival isn’t guaranteed. Sanity, even less so.[Welcome to Shaman Protocol.Terms and Conditions (and sanity) not guaranteed.]