MTL - Red Alert 1895 - Chapter 899 Broken literati (middle)

I transmigrated into the gacha game I abandoned for 10 years.But, the state of the heroes I raised is strange.

As a snake catcher, Xu Ying has always been honest and diligent, until this day, he caught a different snake…

On the first day of March, the land of China was full of incense, and the statues guarding various villages, towns, cities, states and counties woke up one after another to enjoy the sacrifices of the common people.

However, from this day on, the world has been in chaos.

This book is also known as “Ninety-six Cultivation of Immortals”, “Zero Zero Seven Also Cultivates Truth”, “Inner Volume”, “Rolling to Death”, “No one TM wants to fly”, “Good Pit”, “The Big Pit is Deep”, “Help Me Up” ” At the age of thirty-five, my fortune came” and “The Appearance of the Great Demon King Xu” and so on!

- Description from novelbuddy

Our protagonist, once a homeless child navigating the city's harsh realities, clawed his way towards a better life. He stole coins to buy knowledge. However, the prestigious university scholarship he craved was a rigged system, awarded to a politician's son who needed the name, not the education.Descends into a life of crime.After being forced to taint his pride his death is ordered with his own making the final blow.god “congratulations you're given a chance at a new life...”him “ why?”god “cause you had a tough life so im being generous... and making you reincarnate in a mana world...”him “ bullshit...”On the brink of oblivion, a dubious offer arrives – a second chance from a strange god. Haunted by the shadows of past 'generosity', Rei struggles with suspicion. Accepting means becoming a pawn, rejecting means eternal damnation. With no good options, Rei plays along, unaware his role thrusts him into a cosmic conflict.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.