MTL - Those Sweet Times - Chapter 20 Gift, gift

“Alas, this life is a failure; let’s see what the next life holds.” ... “The second life has ended, calculating results... Final rating: C+. Rewards based on rating: You may choose to inherit one item from Constitution, Skill, or Talent. Please select?” “Hmm, I choose to inherit the Talent ’Dynamic Vision’.” “Talent inherited... Congratulations on achieving the following lifetime achievements: Innate Grandmaster; Blessing of Many Offspring (10/10)” Achievement rewards: Two random rewards. You may draw from Constitution, Skill, or Talent, or choose to upgrade Talent level. Please select? ... A reborn individual, in possession of the treasure ’Hundred Lifetimes book’, reincarnates within the Cultivation World, undergoing endless cycles of rebirth without the bloodline ending or the soul perishing! The family he established ten thousand years ago has now grown into a massive entity that spans the heavens. The disciple taken in casually eight thousand years ago ultimately became the founder of a Great Sect in the Immortal Realm. The pet raised three thousand years ago has evolved into an unparalleled Demon Saint of the Otherworld. ... I am Zhao Sheng, and I shall cultivate life after life until Ascension!

[Limitless Evolution Pathways have been enabled!][You have entered the Axiom Pathway][Reincarnation Axiom has been awakened!]After failing to become a God in his first life, Sett used his Axiom of Reincarnation to bring himself and his harem into the cycle of reincarnation. But due to some wild luck, instead of being reborn as a normal man, he was reborn as a mummy within a Tomb![You have become a Mummy in the Cryptwalker Pathway!][Tomb Raiders are going to hunt you!]As death begins with life, so does life begin with death!Who says a mummy can’t live passionately, that they cannot taste life as much as a living being can!Sett, the mummy, wanted to live more exuberantly than anyone else. Women, wealth, status, and strength. He wanted it all and more—he wanted to transcend mortality itself.And he will not let anything stop him.—Tombs, Tomb Raiders, incredibly deep and unique magic, ancient deserts, forgotten inheritances, Gods, a harem of princesses and queens, and an ambitious and capable main character.This story has it all and more to offer. I assure you it is a worthy choose.Ride along, the journey of an Emperor’s second coming awaits you.Warning—Villainous mc, romance and a harem that will actually be good. Add well timed smut, too. No Ntr, no r+pe.Wow, so many good promises, right?Yes, good execution too. So what are you acting like a loser and waiting for?

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.