MTL - Hold His Hand - Chapter 182 Drawing Lonely Angel (1)

In the age of Mecha for everyone, people could travel to the Endless Abyss to gather materials, enhance and forge their own Mechas, and thus wield the power to destroy heavens and earth.Jiang Chen had transmigrated and awakened the talent [Undying Barehand]. Once his Mecha shattered, he could permanently absorb its power and attain a multiple enhancement.…At the bottom of the abyss, the ancient demon god exerted great effort and finally broke the titan Mecha, but from the shards extended a hand that held down its head.“Congratulations, you’ve unlocked my restraints.”

Arakawa Kouki is reincarnated to a Japan with a different history than the Japan he knows with the memories of his previous life still intact. Kouki was discouraged, “Aren’t reincarnation stories supposed to be at some fantasy world filled with swords, magic and elves?!”

This was the apocalypse. Humanity was at the brink of extinction, all resources were exhausted, and the entire world was in ruins.

Just then, enormous, mysterious black towers appeared in various locations across the globe.

Inside the towers, there were huge amounts of resources. The greater the number of floors of the towers, the more resources it contained. However, corresponding to that, there were also more powerful beasts protecting them.

The only way for one to obtain what he desires is to become stronger and defeat them.

As such, at the demand of the Global Federal Government, teenagers who are of age have to go to the towers to awaken their talents.

Liu yan, who had transmigrated here, awakened the SSS-rank talent: “God-tier Extraction.”

Extract the impurities, and increase the power level of his equipment.

Extract the beasts, and obtain resources to level up.

Until one day, he realized that he could extract the stats and talents of other people…

This marked the beginning of Liu yan’s journey of endless harvesting.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…