MTL - Fight To the Third Generation - Chapter 962 Don't say bro I don't take care of you

If you had the chance to go back a few years, relive your life, and rewrite your story—armed with a mysterious system designed to help you achieve your dreams—what would you do?This is the tale of Park Adan, a boy who met a tragic and humiliating end, crushed by a falling billboard on his way home. But fate wasn’t done with him yet.Adan wakes up in his bed, three years in the past, with a second chance to change everything. And this time, he’s not alone. With a system to guide him, his journey to rewrite his life begins—filled with challenges, opportunities, and a quest for redemption.Will he succeed in shaping the future he desires, or will the past catch up with him again?

There are times when all it takes is the right voice to help you realize the greatness within to conquer the painful evil without. Uzumaki Naruto's voice of promise turns out to be his... from the future.

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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In the post-apocalyptic age, men were damned.