MTL - Heavy Armoured Truck In Post-apocalyptic World - Chapter 836 Shen Congbei curtain call

A decision can destroy the sun, moon and stars. A finger can kill the Heavenly Overlord. While chatting, the Heaven and ten worlds can be annihilated.

It was a cold and lonely death on the battlefield despite the thousands of warriors around me and the beating sun shining upon my corpse.

In the year 431, I had died on the battlefield.

I was reincarnated into a new world, hoping my life would be better, but I ended up in a more miserable situation than before.

As the sickness began to eat the insides of my mother, a saving grace that would pull me out of the darkness, but into the abyss... had come.

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[Interference by higher being]

[Error]

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[Authority is sufficient]

[Your god has been selected]

[Your system has been granted]

[Ares System is being installed]

A cataclysmic threat looms over all realms in existence, unnoticed by any.The Enigma Race, the harbingers of ruin, corrupts everything in their path, harvesting countless souls for their enigmatic Lord, posing a dire threat to all living beings. No realm is safe.While confronting invading forces from a foreign multiverse, Elias is cast out of his space-time continuum and into the chaotic depths of the Temporal Vortex, a location that has spelled the doom of many, due to a catastrophic accident.To survive, the once supreme Quantum Seeker, now weakened by a cunning invader, musters all his remaining might and, against all odds, transcends the Vortex, losing his body in the process. His consciousness drifted into the miraculous Mystic Multiverse, located in a different space-time continuum. Now, determined to return and save the ones he left behind, Elias vows to reclaim his lost strength.But as time passed, Elias discovered that the new realm isn’t as simple as he initially thought…

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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