MTL - Pleasing Start-Over - Chapter 81

There exists eight hardships of human life- living, aging, being sick, dying, resenting, parting with loved ones, being unable to let go, and being unable obtain something.

In each life, each person will experience their own hardship. Once they obtain happiness, they are furthermore unable to let go. Whether it would be heartfelt love or resenting someone down to the bone, would it matter? As long as that person’s bone has my name, it would be good.

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Meet Gu Yu—a college dropout and a talented incense maker, and at the same time, the rather stoic protagonist of this story. Despite his somewhat introverted manner, he has a tendency to make sarcastic remarks in his thoughts. One day, after saving a squirrel, a windfall (metaphorically and literally) dropped into his lap. Stumbling into the cultivation world with little help, he was not turned into Superman overnight (as he would like). Apparently, becoming a cultivator would not make your life easier, at least in the beginning.

Qin Ming transmigrated to a Cultivation World, but without a Golden Finger, his mediocre talent led to his abandonment by the family. He was ordered to participate in the Sect's pioneering recruitment task and became a low-level Spirit Farmer.Every day, he faced a harsh cultivation environment, survival was difficult, and the pressure was immense.Until one day, he returned from the fields and discovered that what he harvested was a bit different.[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Entry]: Weak Magical Power (Harvestable)From then on, he steadily managed and worked hard on farming, finally becoming a top figure.A great chaos erupted in the Immortal Realm, and everyone was dumbfounded.“Is this the kind of power a Spirit Farmer should have?!”“Revealing the truth, I'm just a farmer...”

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“What? What are you talking about?”This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]The boy’s face hardened.Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.“Um, are you really Mashin?”The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.