MTL - History’s Strongest Senior Brother - ~ 9. Do not take the usual path, pull the wind does not explain (seeking a recommendation!)

Yan Ting: Life is no fun. What is the difference between life and death?

Li Zhao: Life is very happy.

The world in Yan Ting’s heart was very grey until he met Li Zhao. He thought this must be the liveliest person in the world. Otherwise, how could Li Zhao be so lively in his heart every day?

Very happy x Unhappy.

Warm text with entertainment circle elements.

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“Congratulations, you're now a Handler. You'll serve the state with utmost loyalty and pledge your life to its causes.”That was what Trent heard just before being handed an envelope—and a whole lot of disrespect.Mocked for his poor combat performance and labeled pathetic by his superiors, Trent finishes Handler training humiliated and underestimated. But they made one mistake: they judged him by his strength, not his mind.What Trent lacks in brute force, he makes up for with a rare genius in finance.So when a mysterious voice speaks to him in the bathroom—“Hello, Host. This is Ave-511e69.”His world flips upside down.Now equipped with Ave, a mysterious financial system that seems to know everything, Trent is about to rise through the ranks in a way no Handler ever has.Through stock markets, black-market missions, and calculated chaos, he will prove that money is the greatest weapon of all.They looked down on him. Now, they’ll look up in fear.

[Loading choices…]-Ding![(1) Respond to the bald teacher with:“Whether I sleep or not has nothing to do with you. No matter what I do, my future is still brighter than the light shining upon your bald head!”(Reward: God-Level Hair Stylist)][(2) Look at the bald teacher’s bald head, sneer, and sleep again.(Reward: God-Level Driving)][(3) Look at the teacher’s bald head and respond with:“Your bald head reminds me of the boiled eggs I ate for breakfast.”(Reward: God-Level Cooking)][(4) Respond to the bald teacher with:“Yo, Wassup bro?” Then get out of your chair and perform a breakdance in front of the class.(Reward: God-Level Breakdancing)][(5) Choose none of the given options and choose your own path.(Reward: None)]…Ainsworth Arthurford transmigrated to a parallel world of Earth. Unlike in his past life, magic and aura appeared on Earth and allowed everyone to awaken a Class at 16 and become an Awakener.Those who successfully awaken a Class and became an Awakener could take on Otherworld Missions provided by the Will of The Earth, with tasks related to invading the Otherworld.Whether it was to steal a powerful artifact, kill the children of destinies (protagonist of the world), or plunder the world origin, Awakeners from Earth became the notorious “invaders from another world”.When magic and aura had awakened, dimensional gates had also appeared which connected the Otherworld to Earth and it brought occasional invasions. Fortunately, the Earth’s Will reacted quickly and allowed humans to awaken a class and humanity managed to fight back and even invade the Otherworld to further strengthen both themselves and the Earth itself.Ainsworth transmigrated thirty years after the descent of the dimensional gates and the day before the Unified Awakening Ceremony.As a perk for his transmigration, he received the God-Level Choice System, which allowed him to choose the options given to him that would grant corresponding rewards.And with that, he awakened an SSS-rank Class and started his path to avenge his older sister and recover her Divine Eyes of Death Lines from the mysterious otherworld organization that gouged out her eyes!

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.