MTL - Mixed Miners - Chapter 1811 Give me a flat cloud home

One day, an alienation took place in the world.

The last object you touch will be strengthened and become part of your body. What will you touch?

The day has come.

Someone finally touched a cow. His bones turned into beasts, his body was tall and straight, with horns on his head, and he became the world-shaking cow demon king;

Someone finally touched a stone, and his skin could be petrified at will, making him invulnerable;

Someone finally touched a hair, and his body grew strange hairs, becoming a long-haired monster;

Someone finally touched…

In the end, Li Qingshan became a cultivator.

Just when Li Qingshan thought everything was on the right track, strange things happened to him…

When the alienation ends, the earth turns into a planet after a brief period of tranquility, crashing into a continent full of opportunities.

After being reborn, Li Qingshan has assumed the responsibility of protecting all human beings invisibly…

This is a chance, but also a disaster, if it were you, what would you touch?

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Gu Yang crossed over to a high-martial world, eked out a living in small village for two years, and finally saved up enough and activated the Life Simulator system.

With a certain amount of money, a simulation can be run.

After the simulation ends, one of the three can be retained: realm, martial arts skills, or life wisdom.

[For five years you were an accountant, saved up enough money to buy a cultivation manual, practiced hard for ten years and became a Ninth Realm martial artist, but then ran into an enemy and died!]

[Once you left the mountains, you were at the Ninth Rank, became a protector of a certain family, practiced intensely for twenty years, broke through to the Eighth Grade, and ultimately, died of old age in a small town.]

[Once you left the mountains, you were at Eighth Grade, received recognition from a noble clan, were taught profound martial arts, but due to slow progress, were marginalized, and after a dozen years, you finally broke through to the seventh grade, but then encountered powerful foes on a mission and were killed.]

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After countless rounds of simulations: [You encounter people, but none are a match for you. You realize that you have become invincible.]

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