MTL - Final Redemption - v6 Chapter 73 No concession, only conquest!

In the year 2032, the most immersive VRMMORPG, Eidolon Realms, was created. It changed the whole world.Players can now fully sync their consciousness into a world indistinguishable from reality. But, the game hides a dark truth — the gods within it are not merely codes, but actual imprisoned ancient entities that are trying to manipulate players to gain power in the real world.The protagonist, Rai Kurozawa, was once a top-tier player in this game. At the end of his life, when its hidden layers begin merging with reality, he gets betrayed, killed, and the gods win and complete their resurrection.But death is not the end.Rai awakens on the day of the game's release, with all his memories of the future intact. This time, he's determined to stop the awakening of the dark gods, protect the people he lost, and uncover the truth behind Eidolon Realms before it's too late.

After successfully graduating with a master's degree and passing the civil service exam, Chen Ying returns to his hometown's Forestry Bureau to become a wildlife rescuer.He thought his daily work would just involve saving animals and petting all sorts of furry creatures, but ever since he saved a leopard and her two cubs, his life has become incredibly busy.No one told him that the leopard's best friend was a giant panda!And that giant panda was pregnant with twins and couldn't eat bamboo because of inflamed gums.Chen Ying had to call a dentist in the middle of the night to help the pregnant panda with dental fillings and cleaning, also providing a prenatal examination.After that day, word spread among the animals in the mountains that a bipedal vet had arrived who could solve all kinds of ailments!Hold on, being single isn't a sickness and can't be cured!What's that, you wish to arrange a meeting with domesticated animals to fix your single status? Well, that might be worth considering.Unbeknownst to Chen Ying, the animal community throughout the country came to know that the bipedal vet from the Apmu Township rescue station could help solve the problem of being single.Seriously, can't we keep this on the down-low? He's a vet, not a matchmaker!

Year one of the New Era, the Demon King was defeated by the Hero, divided into thirteen parts, and sealed all over the world. Only the soul can reincarnate and be reborn.Year sixteen of the New Era, in the tavern of a small town on the border, a young maid named Mohe sees a middle-aged man who only brags to deceive people for drinking money. However, she knows better than anyone that he was the Hero who defeated her and split her into thirteen parts.“The former Demon King is now wearing maid clothes and working as a server here?”“The great Hero sir, instead of being affectionate with your harem group, you bark here like a stray dog, deceiving for food and drink. How is that different from a beggar?”

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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