MTL - Global Games: Inherit the Super-god Civilization at the Beginning - Chapter 1 Legacy of a super-divine civilization

The newly graduated Gu Yi received a strange game console.He discovered that the things in the game console could not only manifest into reality but also that the characters he controlled inside were the ancestors of his own family.Gu Yi: “If I can't become wealthy in the present, then I'll start striving with my ancestors!”......

When the Global Apocalypse System descended, every adult received the same message…[ Select the Apocalypse you’d like to challenge. ][ You have limited time. Fail to choose, and the system will choose for you. ]Dragons, demons, zombies, deep sea creatures, aliens, vampires, machines…They will enter an apocalypse!Each survivor was allowed only one choice.One Apocalypse.One Gift Pack.Then, they would all receive their unique Talent…But Kai awakened something unusual.He received Infinite Gift Packs… every survival kit, every resource, every starter’s advantage was there…While others struggle with scarcity, Kai alone walks with abundance.No matter which Apocalypse he enters, his arsenal will decide who survives… and who perishes… or so he thought.Compared to other Survivors with Talents that gives them super strength, special eye, mystical ability, and other unusual talent like invisibility, can he really survive or even end this apocalypse?

Somebody once told a joke.A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number “1”. So what did he say?“Gosh I better make the number go up.”Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.