MTL - Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks - v2 Chapter 4375 change

Brave, wretched, kind, cunning, generous, greedy, elegant, vicious, happy, perverted, honest, prudish…

In this doomsday world, only by winning in the alien battlefield can resources be obtained to ensure the continuation of civilization.

Every soldier who enters the alien battlefield will randomly get a keyword of his own.

If the words and deeds match the key words, various attributes will grow rapidly and obtain superhuman abilities. On the contrary, if the human design collapses, it will quickly weaken;

This is a world of acting skills;

Acting is eating and drinking, acting is glory, acting is privilege, acting is life…

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She is the twenty-fourth century’s strongest immortal cultivator, but transferred into a world of magic where demons roamed rampant; a punching bag tyrannized and ostracized by her clan on one side while the scum of a man that is her fiancé humiliated, trampled her on the other side…

The challenges a female cultivator had to overcome on her life journey were countless.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.