MTL - I’m Just a Pharmacist - Chapter 43 i want half

Struck down amid the battle, the Hero and Demon King meet their demise. As their souls linger on the edge of the afterlife, a mysterious force intervenes, merging their fragmented souls together with a new being. Rusty, the living armor, now affected by their memories and presence, embarks on his own quest. Will he seek revenge on those who betrayed the hero, or will he fulfill the desires of the fallen demon king? or instead, forge his own path?

Calamity descends upon a a tranquil world in the black of night, transforming it into a death game! This a a true apocalypse, but this is not the end of humanity!

- Description from Novelupdates

Young clerk Loya crossed and came to the world of the legendary OP. As a traversal party, he naturally had golden fingers, but his golden fingers turned out to be the dragon annihilator system from the demon tail!

Is still the ice dragon dragon wizard!

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What interesting chemical reactions occur when two worlds with completely different power systems touch together?

When the laser of the ape meets the roar of the ice dragon, what will it look like?
When the green pheasant saw the mouth of the dysentery being eaten by a mouthful, what kind of stunned?

“If it wasn’t for fear of becoming a dragon, I would have unified the world!” Said Loya.
“Don’t you dare say that you are seasick?” Carp buttoned his nostrils and smiled dismissively.

- Description from Uukanshu

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.