A Terminal Healer Needs an Obsessive Maniac - Chapter 2

The year 1847

On just another normal Monday, the world changed. The universe had reached a threshold humanity didn’t even know existed, and it was time to finally be integrated into the vast multiverse. A world where power is the only thing that one can truly rely on.

Jake, a seemingly average office worker, finds himself thrust into this new world. Into a tutorial filled with dangers and opportunities. In a world that should breed fear and concern, an environment that makes his fellow coworkers falter, Jake instead finds himself thriving.

Perhaps… Jake was born for this kind of world, to begin with.

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Author Note: Tags and content warnings are mainly to give me creative freedom later on. This is my first novel ever, and English isn’t my native language, so go easy on me chaps.

Cheng Xu, whose entire property is a waste recycling station, accidentally awakened the system, but why does this system only have a [decomposition] function? So let’s start by refining the gold in circuit boards.

“Wait, I seem to be able to use it to probe?”

“It seems to be good for repairs?”

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Since then, Cheng Xu has become a humanoid X-ray machine, a humanoid 3D printer, a maintenance master…

But when Cheng Xu completed the first system task, he found out that he really unlocked the system now?

This book is also known as “One Thousand Ways to Use the System” and “My Roommate Who Collects Waste at Home Becomes My Mentor after a Summer Vacation?” “, “You want to marry a waste collector? 》

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“We campaigned for a century, prevailing against all obstacles. The sole exception being the Marshal, who could not be defeated…… the military fame of the Marshal endures, yet the Alliance has been utterly crushed. From this day forth, all the glory belongs to the Marshal, himself.”

As the Alliance government that stood for a thousand years crumbled, the Galactic Empire rose into power. The supreme military leader of the Alliance, Gavin Silla, refused to surrender and chose to fight to the death for his nation.

“Your Majesty, in the Age of Old Earth, mint blossoms were believed to be an omen for reunion. In the language of flowers, it means—

—hoping to see you once more.”

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