Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies - Chapter 267 - 233: Smart Ghost

A cell that was born at the beginning of the life of a planet will see the rise and decline of countless civilizations, the speciation and extinction of organisms. Under the endless calamities of the world, nothing remains unchanging. Only by continuously changing oneself and evolving in the face of adversity could one achieve perfect victory.

The story starts from a little cell…

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The Earth Dragon God who created the land, the Yggdrasil that nurtures life, the Lightning Wind Leopard that darts through thunderbolts, the ever-changing Ragdoll, the apex of technology in mechanical battle armor, and the unparalleled Creator Divine Beast.

This is a world with a brilliant Beast Master civilization.

How can a young man who has crossed over to the Blue Star become a steadfast Dragoo in this glorious Beast Master World?

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Lassen, a young man who has failed at everything in his life, has had enough. Disillusioned with the world, he decides to end it all. But instead of dying, he wakes up in a parallel world, armed with a strange system that can accomplish anything he desires. Trapped in his room, reading novels and savoring every page, he has no intention of participating in the fast-paced world outside.Yet, despite his desire for peace, the world changes every time he makes an appearance. Everyone treats him like a genius, a being capable of disrupting the very fabric of reality, without lifting a finger. A powerful system, a new life, and a world that adapts to him: why complicate things when you can have everything without effort?The Genius System tells the story of a man who, although having everything to change the world, prefers to watch it evolve from the comfort of his room, through the pages of his books.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…