MTL - They Are Not Human! - Chapter 5 。”

Demining at the top: This article is an emotional flow, what is the plot
As one of the bosses of the escape game, Li Xi fell in love with a human being at first sight. After reading the love tutorial, he decided to dress up as a weak little white flower and sneak into the dungeon.
So…
A fierce ghost strikes, and he hides in the man’s arms with teary eyes: It’s so scary, you have to hug each other to stop crying~
Li Gui, who was frightened by the BOSS, annihilated himself on the spot.
Everyone who thought the boss had made a move: Heh, another vixen who relies on his face.

Later, under the leadership of the boss, everyone went to the BOSS’s palace. The little white flower vixen who was nothing but pretty in their eyes jumped off the throne, kissed the boss, and whispered: “Don’t be afraid, Duan Duan, I’ll see you later!” Hit lightly.
Everyone:? ? ?
Everyone: Is it still too late to call Dad? (ΩДΩ)

Shou won’t interfere too much in the dungeon, and pretends to be weak by following Gong every day, but the actual backhand can push everyone in the dungeon into the ground =w=
High-cold, black-bellied, vengeful veteran cadres attack vs love and act like a baby, and the force is extremely popular
Shou only confronts and acts like a baby

The host and the recipient are each other’s first love It’s a small cookie, not cruel

Content tags: strong supernatural gods and monsters infinite stream sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Li Xi ┃ Supporting role: Duan Zhen
One-sentence introduction: The devil pretends to be cute and acts like a spoiled dog again!
Conception: To promote the integration of magic and technology, and lay the foundation for a better society!

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Wei Ji never dreamed of immortality or ruling the heavens or having the greatest strength. All he wanted was a sect he could call family — a mark he could leave in this world of Immortals before he dies.But no matter how hard he fought, no matter how many sects he built or rebuilt, the Celestial Demon Empress always came. No matter how high his sects rose, she found them… and burned them to ash. Even at his peak, Wei Ji could not last even a second against the newly appointed general under her command.On the edge of despair, he casts his soul into the river of time, hoping to return to Earth and escape it all.But fate is cruel. He awakens five thousand years in the past — in the mortal world of the Celestial Demon Empress.And the cruelest twist?The woman destined to become the Celestial Demon Empress… is now his wife.

What is worse than being the worst team in the world?

For Dave Richards that was a very easy but heartbreaking question to answer, a goalkeeper who performed poorly between the sticks, he was still available as a first-choice goalkeeper because Unique FC didn't have any other goalkeeper.

He was slow on his feet, couldn't jump properly and worst of all, he didn't know how to hold the ball properly.

The only way that Unique FC was able to survive taking in a massive goal-fest sometimes was because of the extra effort they put in their defence.

After a terrible match in which Dave wasn't able to make any saves and also made a lot of mistakes, he was seriously scolded by the managerial staff and almost received a beating from his angry teammates.

He got home sad and also angry at all those who told him he looked like his grandfather and would therefore inherit his goalkeeping skills.

He discovered a hidden door below his room and when he got down there the only thing he could see was a black box.

He found the box to be quite familiar and when he opened it the last thing he saw was a bright white light when the light was gone he could see something in his field of vision.

[ Welcome Dave ]

[ You have activated the Goalkeeping system ]

A female voice read out the messages.

This is a story about how an ordinary man who didn't know his place between the sticks went from nothing to pro.

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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