MTL - Low Dimensional Game - v2 Chapter 352 : Civilization 3 God

[Mutual Pampering・No Misunderstandings]Having completed her mission as the Empress in Another World, Mu Lingyun was reborn back into her original world,still facing the plight of having nothing and being bullied by everyone.Mu Lingyun said, “No worries, let's sign in first.”【Sign-in successful, congratulations on obtaining a new identity: the lost young miss of one of the capital's four great families, the Rong Family】So,Grandpa: Little Yunyun, the billion in the card is the New Year’s money Grandpa has saved for you over the years...Dad: Little Yunyun, you said you wanted to be a superstar when you grew up. Our family's entertainment company was created for you... to serve you alone...Mom: The jewelry they said you couldn't afford is made by Mom's company. Mom will transfer the company to you...Overbearing CEO Brother: Everyone who has bullied my sister, reflect on the edge of bankruptcy in silence!Top Influencer Second Brother: All who have badmouthed my sister, you're expelled from the fan club!Mu Lingyun: ...Why is it different from before?Forget it, let's sign in again to calm down a bit.【Sign-in successful, congratulations on obtaining an additional identity: the beloved of the Crown Prince of the prominent, wealthy Ji Family】Mu Lingyun: ...

Good news: You’ve transmigrated as a born protagonist , your confidants have exceptional talents, boasting abilities like Heart Voice, Simulator, Rebirth... and many other top-tier skills. What you only need to do is to wait for one of them to grow up, then you will be invincible to ascend. Bad news: They’re all yandere !!! Under the gaze of yandere, Xu Yuan shivered in fear. It was not until he was about to be attacked with a firewood cleaver. “If that’s the case, then I’m dropping the act—I am none other than the Great Love Immortal Venerable!”

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.