MTL - Super Farm System - Chapter 266 It's him!

“If I were ever reincarnated in another world, I’d be the ultimate villain.”That was the last thing Ace joked about before getting hit by an out of control ambulance–ironically, while saving his best friend.Truly, Fate has a twisted sense of humor.Now Reincarnated in a fantasy world, Ace isn’t a chosen one, a prodigy, or a hero. He’s a background nobody—an extra in a story already set in motion. Weak, talentless, and scorned by society, his new life seems doomed to follow the same path as his last: forgotten and meaningless.Destined to be killed off early in the plot, With no noble bloodline, no rare mana affinity, and a world stacked against him. Ace must rise from the ashes of his failure and break this tradegy, the only way he knows how.But Ace isn’t the same person he used to be.Armed with wit, ambition, and a twisted sense of justice, he refuses to bow to fate. If the world wants a villain, then a villain it shall get. He’ll climb the ranks, topple the so-called heroes, and make sure the world never overlooks him again.This time, the extra is writing his own story and it starts with CHAOS.But as he treads the line between fiction and reality, a bigger question looms—Was his reincarnation really an accident?

In order to live he must get close to girls, what kind of rule is this? Tang Zheng possess the Nine Yang Saint Body, a rare body constitution that is hard to come across within a millennium, yet he must absorb pure Yin energy to stay alive. In order to live, he will fight! Absolute campus belles, goddess teachers, charming housewives, haughty lolis… all kinds of woman walk into his life causing him to be surrounded by beauties!

“That monster’s prefix is two hundred meters long?!”“It’s back. Who can stop it?”Isaac never planned for Celestia: The Eternal Realms to change his life. The game promised 100% immersion, a completely realistic world powered by quantum brainwave interfaces. But the moment he entered the game, Isaac was thrown into an entirely new world, no longer the player, but the played. His character, a “Lesser Hyena-Wolf,” came with the dreaded “Weak” prefix, reducing his stats by 20%.Isaac quickly realized that this wasn’t a game he could simply log out of. It was his new life, and there was no escape. To survive, he had to evolve, to fight, and ultimately, to conquer. He knew the game inside and out, but this wasn’t the same reality he’d logged into. This time, he would have to become the monster, instead of fearing it.Every step he took, Isaac grew stronger. He realized that monsters weren’t bound by the same rules that governed the players. He could evolve, gaining new powers and unlocking Monster Reputation. With every kill, every victory, he unlocked a new level of power. The prefixes that marked his growth—Normal, Strong, Especially Strong—were a testament to his evolution. And the players began to whisper.

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.