MTL - EVE: Start a Space Station - Chapter 547 reverse

Rezen suddenly found himself transmigrated in the parallel earth where magic is possible with the help of Mystic Gems. He was excited to reach the top when life slaps him hard and gave him the lowest level of talent

Fortunately, Rezen activated his Farm System. So what if he does not have the talent for cultivation? His crops are more than enough to make up for the lack of talent!

Bored in class, Ivaim suddenly transmigrates into a world plagued with Fractured Realities.A century ago, Reality Masters suddenly arrived— bringing a wave of terror over the planet.Just as the people despaired, they began to discover “Threshold Items” which allowed them to enter the domains of these Reality Masters.They had two options starting from there :One, to become a Reality Walker— a person marked and blessed by a Reality Master, fighting by their side in order to defend against other Reality Masters.Or to become a Reality Ruiner— A person who kills Reality Masters, directly consuming and taking over the powers that they posses!However, to Ivaim, he seemed to have taken on a different path.As he looked towards his own body, he sighed as he realized that he was neither a Reality Walker, nor a Reality Ruiner.—He had somehow become a Reality Master....

A legendary powerhouse of his generation, tired of the bustle of the peak, returned to the ordinary city and started a new life as an ordinary teacher. He wrote the legend in the city.

Magnificent mountains and rivers, the rising powerful ones. Some ancient martial art masters stood at the peak, becoming legendary. Some financial crocodiles rose up in the minuscule places, laughing arrogantly.

However, watching the school beauties was better than fighting and killing; educating was better than fighting for fame.

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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…