MTL - Their Commission Pay is Not Right - Chapter 963

The Immortal stroked the top of my head, and as my hair was tied up, I was bestowed with eternal life.IBM z15, 190 CPUs, 40T of memory, 12.2 billion transistorsArriving in the Cultivation World with a portable data center space, a tale of cultivation aided by the IBM z15.All for the sake of immortality!

"The boy has no powers," they claimed.

In the beautiful comic world, superheroes are infinitely beautiful.

Mutants who also have super powers are extremely sad.

Lynn came across time and became a student of the Academy of Mutants with the ability to create magic.

Apparatus, Avada Kedavra…

Glacier Spikes, Ember Storms…

God Slayer Magic of Fire, Dragon Slayer Magic of Thunder…

True mirror image, dimensional leap, elemental mysteries, time stillness…

After ten years of accumulation, Lynn has mastered countless splendid and terrifying magics, but he knows very well that it is meaningless for Professor X to let the students act as thugs to save the world in order to allow humans and mutants to coexist peacefully.

The only way to change the living environment of mutants is to increase the right to speak!

Where does the right to speak come from?

Strength is the foundation!

Money is on the left, power is on the right!

So, he approached Professor X and proposed a package plan to establish a mutant consortium and gain power through money:

The first step is to create “Oasis” and create a second world!

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From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.