MTL - When God Begins To Evolve Again - Chapter 339 No 4

Orodan was an orphaned street rat who clawed his way to the county militia with hard work. However calamitous events unfold and draw him into events bigger than himself and Orodan's battle-loving disposition leads to a warrior's death for him. Only for him to wake up again on the day of.In a world of skills, titles and blessings; a smart time looper would perhaps scheme, plan, amass equipment and allies. But not Orodan. If there's one thing he's good at it's stubbornly trying the same thing over and over again via brute force till it's done.If a wall is in front, going around is not an option. Instead batter it with your head thousands of times till either the wall breaks or you do. And gain skill levels along the way

Who is the real overlord on earth?

Human beings who claim to be the spirit of all things?

But when bees stop collecting honey, human civilization will come to an end.

Perhaps one day aliens will come, they may not necessarily study human society, but they will definitely study insect society.

This kind of little thing is all over the world, and it has a greater number than other biological species.

Its every move affects the balance and prosperity of the world’s ecology.

As an envoy of the Younv family, Meiji can manipulate genes, copy, transplant, and even transform and optimize.

In the ninja world, genes are also read as blood succession limits.

“Sa, feel the horror of the swarm.”

I am the swarm!

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Elena, who spent her entire life as a cold-blooded female knight to avenge her family, ended up dying without claiming her revenge. When she opened her eyes she found that she went back into the past. By day she was a lady in a dress, and at night she carried a sword to change history and prevent her family’s destruction.

[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.