Having children earns benefit, start competing for dominance in the world by marrying a wife - Chapter 1250 - 940 Different Flow of Time

“This clover, you can get Xingyuan grass after advanced, which has the effect of gathering spiritual energy.”

“Why is Chinese cabbage so similar to the white jade flower in my memory? Try it out.”

“Is this sunflower the original form of the World Swallowing Flower?!”

“The more I look at this apple, the more similar it is to the Zhu Guo in my memory. Don’t worry, let’s try it out.”

When the spiritual qi recovered, when everyone in the world was practicing martial arts and beating to death for a little cultivation resource, Lin Yi started the road of farming based on the broken memory inheritance in his mind.

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What do you do when you're a loser who is suddenly called the saviour of the world!? You use it as an opportunity to take charge of your own life while picking up cute girls along the way!

Han Luo is just that kind of person, a perverted loser who is suddenly told he is the saviour of the world.

“what do you mean I'm the only one!? cant you see I'm a loser!?”

“If you want to kill me then you are going to have to work for it! My life isn't that cheap!”

Join Han Luo on his journey through the post-apocalypse!

[P.S. This is tagged Overpowered because I always wanted to create someone unbelievably strong. So Han is going to become one of the damn strongest people on this entire site - not just this story. But a good story needs growth, not just a quick power dump, so he'll be a bit pitiful at first, around chapters 1-15. So please bear with me till he gets back from his first time skip. After then, you'll be in for the ride of your lives]

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Worked on it, so it's all good now.

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An immortal cultivator is murdered by her master and finds herself reborn in the strange world of One Piece. She hardens her resolve to once more tread the path of cultivation, only to find it won't be as easy as she thought.

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