MTL - Immortal Formula - Chapter 70 yin fire

“Lord God is unattainable.” The system vowed.

“Can you take me home?” The icy Lord God tilted his head, his long eyelashes drooped, his eyebrows beautiful, and he begged her.

“?”

“The gods will be blackened, and it is a arduous project to redeem him,” the system said.

then……

The fireman came from the fire, hugged the little cartoonist, lowered his eyes and smiled: “Would you like to draw me for a lifetime?”

The sports student pinched the deflated can in one hand, stared lazily at the slender dancer like a white swan, and said in a low voice, “I want you to dance and show me.”

In the interrogation room, the indifferent and sharp commander took off his black leather gloves, his badge was sharp in color, and his thin lips parted lightly: “Place me.”

system:”……”

Turn a blind eye to you who should cooperate with my performance.

#Strongly twisted melon is not sweet

#forever overturning

There is a god above the nine heavens, and the white clothes are as unattainable as snow.

later,

The gods had delusional thoughts, and since then fell, only one person was blessed.

[1v1 Shuangjie sweet pet, the male and female protagonists have no memory in double slices, and the sick Jiaoyu sister and the lady’s milk buns have everything]

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William Valehart was the absolute—supreme god of all existence. He ruled not a world, not a galaxy, but everything. Unbound by time, space, or death, he was omnipotent, eternal… and alone.By his own will, he sealed away his infinite power and chose to reincarnate. Not in defeat, but in search of something more. He boarded a world-sized ship and cast himself into the unknown, embracing mortality.He died—and awoke again.Reborn in a new universe, aboard the same titanic vessel, William finds himself in Urenus, a galaxy far larger and richer than the Milky Way. It’s here that a portion of humanity—just 5 to 8 percent of its population after conquering over half the Milky Way across millennia of war—has arrived through a now-vanished wormhole. Cut off from the rest of their civilization, they’re stranded, under siege, and barely holding out.Urenus is not unclaimed. Native civilizations, empowered by mana and superior numbers, have rallied against the human invaders. Advanced mech pilots are humanity’s last hope—warriors who push past mortal limits—but they are too few to win.That’s when William Valehart intervenes.With fragments of his sealed power awakening and his god-ship still under his control, he saves a human fleet from destruction—and learns of their fragile, desperate stand.He makes a choice.Not as a god who demands worship.Not as a savior bound by duty.But as a force reborn—who will fight beside them, reshape the war, and carve a place in this new universe.Because he can

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

Codename-Anastasia