MTL - Fast Wear: on the Correct Posture of Counterattack - Chapter 288 Believe in Science 14

The top-tier professional player Lis woke up to find himself having crossed into the “Divine Revelation” game, becoming a Viscount enamored with magic. Knowing that he would soon face a continent engulfed in war smoke, grand otherworld expeditions, the mysterious decay of the World Tree, and the constant threat of Abyss Demon invasions... Lis admitted he was a bit panicked. ...... Fortunately, the game system was still in place, and he still possessed the “All-Purpose” Talent. With the memories of his past life, he switched his class to Arcanist, analyzed the Element Model, reshaped the world’s rules, and step by step ascended to that supreme throne. ...... Players complained about him, “This boss is too perverted, he can even grow stronger, we protest!” Elves worshiped him, “Lord Lis is the strongest Divine Favored, he has brought peace to the world.” Mages praised him, “He is the pioneer of magic, as well as the Guardian. His revered name is Lis Kane, He is the god of the arcane.”

Meloni is just a musician. A normal, charming girl whom everyone loves and admires. But she has a secret; she can manipulate sound.For years, she managed to live with that secret, until everything came crashing down when her resonance was picked up by local organizations.In the midst of all the chaos, whether she should live as an awakened conduit or just a normal person, she ends up rescuing a small black bird.But that bird, is someone the whole world is afraid of.

An RPG gamer who played the realistic VRMMORPG ‘The Amber Sword’ for years, finds himself teleported to a parallel world that resembled the game greatly. He takes on the body of an NPC who was fated to die, and with the feelings of the dying NPC and his own heartrending events in the game, he sets out to change the fate of a kingdom that was doomed to tragedy.

[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.