MTL - Tianjiao Retired, I Extracted the Entry To Practice - Chapter 339 Shen Han only used one trick

Who was Quan Jingwu?He was the prominent figure at the heart of the city, nicknamed “Master Jing,” and he was also the pinnacle “Big Diamond” of the city's social pyramid.However, one day, the highly esteemed “Big Diamond” got labeled “exclusive” by a woman, someone they regarded as the lowest of the low.Everyone in the city was left dumbfounded.And who was Jian Qing?She was the family's black sheep, rejected as an illegitimate child, and the laughingstock of the aristocratic families.When she returned, she shone brilliantly; it was time for those who owed her to pay back.As her multiple identities were unveiled, those who once looked down on her felt like they had been slapped in their faces.The first time they met, she was as serene as a lotus. She had a composed demeanor, and she made a grand entrance.The second time they met, she was as fierce as a wild beast. There was a faint smile on her face, but her actions were ruthless and swift.The third time they met, she was as cunning as a fox. With a simple call of “Little Jing,” she completely captured his heart, leading him onto the path of a doting husband and never looking back.Scene of Lovey-Dovey Moments:Subordinate: “Boss, there's a rumor outside that Madam was born to restrain you, and your fortunes don't align.”Master Jing: “Nonsense.”“...”. The subordinates lowered their heads and shifted back slightly, afraid of their boss's wrath.Then, a deep voice with a hint of indulgent laughter rang out, “Clearly, she was born to pamper and love me.”Caught off guard by a sudden burst of affection, everyone instantly felt overwhelmed with love and let out a heartfelt cheer.'Madam, come quickly and take away the boss—boss is about to show off his affections again!'

The main character is reborn as a character from a game he played in his previous life. This character falls into ruin along with the villainess, spending the last of their years together. A man named Kururi Helan.

“I am the rot in your foundation. I will crawl back from hell and bury this world.”Those were Red’s final words as his classmates—the people he once sought validation from—watched him dissolve. They stole his life force to fuel their own ascensions, becoming Paladins, Sages, and Kings. They threw his empty husk into the Abyss, satisfied the 'Terrorist's Son' was finally gone.But death was not the end. While his body lay broken in the abyss, his soul drifted to the sanctuary of a Forgotten God.Awakening the forbidden SSS-Rank Talent [Exponential Divinity - 100x Growth], Red realizes that in this world, power isn't given—it's built. He doesn't need heroes; he needs monsters.From the chitin of hyper-evolved insects to dragons, from eldritch horrors to the nightmares sleeping in the dark, he begins to construct a civilization that defies the natural order. Under his hand, the weak do not just survive—they evolve into calamities.The Heroes are leveling up in their golden towers. The Gods are watching from their thrones.But in the shadows, Red’s Strongest Civilization is already preparing for war.[Betrayed and sacrificed, I awakened an SSS-Rank Talent. While others struggle to build a village, my civilization grows 100x faster.]

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.