MTL - To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty - Chapter 88v2 Saving the Lost Supporting Girl of Chronicles (16)

Drunk, I lie on the lap of a beauty; awake, I command the power of the world.From being unknown to dominating the world, when Lin Fan looks back on the path he has traveled, it is all laid out by beautiful women!

Seven billion humans living on the Earth time-traveled together after they had woken up one morning. They all heard a synthesized female voice.

Being a neurosurgeon and then dying from brain cancer wasn’t on my to-do list, but I was handling it… right up until a nurse suffocated me with a pillow. Yes, unfortunately, you read that right.Not exactly the way I expected to go, but it got me here—to the Rebirth Bureau—where I get an offer I can’t refuse: pick any world to be reborn in, with the ability to build my character like a video game: loot boxes and even a class. Naturally, I pick the Naruto world, but not as some overhyped Uchiha or Hyuga. No, I chose the Yamanaka clan—underrated, overlooked… perfect.With my character build, I’ll become not just the strongest Yamanaka, but the strongest shinobi, period.The Shinobi world has no idea what’s coming—and neither do you. Let’s begin.###This story blends action, slice-of-life, comedy, and serious topics into a multi-dimensional journey.The MC is a genius, but nothing comes easy—he earns his power through hard work and strategy. Expect a lot of new jutsu, tactical battles, plenty of humor, good food, and even better vibes. If you’re into an overpowered yet smart protagonist, this is the story for you, so don’t hesitate any more and start reading!

[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.