MTL - My 1995 Small Farm - Chapter 43 White cow

Alexander was the greatest tyrant in history. His cruel, brutal and vicious reign struck fear in his enemies and allies alike. But that all ended when he was betrayed by his own people and beheaded by his archrival. As Alexander’s consciousness faded away all he could think of is all the faults he made, how he could have avoided them, how unlucky he had been, and his wrath and unwillingness to die at the hands of the man he hated most! But unexpectedly he was given not only the answers to these questions, but also a second chance to right all his many wrongs.

“On that day, Zach Harper died-” Or at least that was how it was supposed to be. I died. But there was good news, and bad news. The good news; I was reincarnated! Transmigrated into the World of Aethoria! Holy fuck, miracles do happen! But the bad news was, “Huh? What’s this?” ... [DING!] A New Quest has been issued:- Type:- SURVIVAL Name:- Quest To Becoming Stronger: Description: The {Great Calamity} is coming...Get stronger and survive. Duration-: ... Reward:- ... Penalty:- Death, ??? ] ... I had to survive.

​The world, Earth, was devastated by the Great Incursion, an apocalyptic invasion by dimension-hopping monsters. Humanity's only hope now lies in Galaxy Fall, a newly accessible parallel world where they can gain strength through a System of quests and missions.​Five hours after the Invasion, the betrayed survivor Mirabella is mysteriously reborn and gains a unique power: the [Master Account System].Her initial skill is the deceptively simple but devastating 'Multiplier x100', which applies a 100 times buff to all her offensive capabilities, including physical attacks, spirit energy skills, and damage-over-time effects.​Mirabella must now transform from a silent survivor into the world's most feared warrior, who was only scared of one thing, which is?“I Hope I don't run out of opponents in Both worlds.”

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.