MTL - Two-dimensional Seeding System - Chapter 118

As the only magician and pharmacist on earth, Gu Feng’s life began to ripple…

Earning money is the easiest thing to do.

Got an incurable disease? Get a bottle of bright potion! Guaranteed instant recovery.

Worrying about exam results, worrying about going to school? A bottle of refreshing agent solves the problem, if you are not satisfied, you can return it in full! (Note: Chinese composition scores are not within the scope of the Three Guarantees)

Luxury cars, famous houses… these are not a problem for me.

And that long-legged girl, this is just a simple levitation magic, don’t stare at me with that kind of adoring eyes, okay?

Of course, it’s definitely more than that. Every magician is learned. Astronomy and geography, humanities and social interaction, food appreciation… everything is omnipotent and omnipotent. This article is guaranteed to be cool and exciting!

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Everyone transmigrated to the High Continent and became a Lord to participate in the conquest between Lords from all the other races.
A few lucky Lords would receive Lord Talents.
“Hah! My talent is the Knight’s Hall, a Diamond-Tier Lord Talent! My subjects can job change into a unique warrior class, the Combat Spirit Knight!”
“My Lord Talent is the King of Abyss. I can summon demons to become my subjects!”
“I have a lot of subjects who are scientists! I can create advanced technologies!”
“My Talent allows me to cultivate! I’ll become a celestial!”
Zhou Zhou received a Legendary-Tier Lord Talent — 100% drop rate!
Not only could he see the things he would receive from an enemy, but his enemies would drop all of their loot when they were defeated.
“Watch as I make you drop your Talents!”

Even in his dreams, Li Tianming can’t stop himself from laughing! Why? Because, his family pets are all the Primordial Chaos Beasts of myth!

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.