MTL - Portable Space: The Peasant Princess - Chapter 1288 Dongcheng Yaoyuechi (1)

Once upon a time, a hero had been summoned to a different world in order to defeat the demon king. After the war stretching 3 years ended the commendable hero slew the demon king. And he was forcibly deported back to earth after being dismissed.

Such bullshit!

Elves in addition to beast race, dwarfs and demon race. Even though I wanted to make a harem in the different world I saved! My dream will not come true on earth, where there is no magic at all. Thus, the hero returns on his own. Without the blunder of being extradited to earth this time, he will build a harem of his own in a different world.

Yang Ye’s entire family relied on him to keep them safe, but just when everything seemed to be going well, misfortune struck in droves!

Jason, a young man who died after getting involved in a brutal accident that killed him reincarnated into the exact novel he was reading on the night he died.He was reincarnated into the novel he was reading before his untimely death, as a baby who had just been birthed successfully. From his birth he was shown no love due to his non-existent aptitude in magic.Lucky for him, he awakened the Talent system.A system that allowed him to copy talents; skills that individuals excelled at, the skills that made said individuals the cream of the crop. With the exact same mastery of the person he copied it from.The system when trying to increase his aptitude for mana only managed to decrease it even lower blessed him with nature energy to passively strengthen himself.With no magic and a system that allows him to copy talents, watch Jason climb through the ranks of the world and become the strongest!...[Host can choose a talent to copy: Null eyes, War God's Embrace, 30 Blade movements, Advanced War Tactics]

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…