MTL - The Apocalyptic Master of Synthesis - Chapter 5 battle

The Strongest Magic meets the Mightiest Mecha.

I have stolen Golden Mechas from the deepest vaults of the most tightly guarded fortresses in the world.

I have personally destroyed more armies than the top three superpowers have in the span of the Absolute War - combined.

I burned down the terrorist megacity of Habon.

I was expelled from the Union of Heroes at a younger age than people are allowed in.

I have talked to Ancient Gods, loved women, and devoured mechas that would make superpowers cringe in fear.

I have faced demons head on in moonless nights others fear to speak of during the day.

I am deified in a thousand cultures, and labelled as the devil incarnate in the rest.

I am the Mecha Emperor.

You may have heard of me.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

This is where it all began.

A junkyard.

Oh no, this isn't your clean, mechas-only junkyard that was the 'starting point' of many mecha geniuses out there.

I have seen and heard my share of rags-to-riches stories, and many of them claimed that they had started from 'junkyards' and slowly grew to be where they were right now.

From Zero to Hero, they declared.

You can do it too, they said.

As long as you work hard, everything is possible, they claimed.

I call bullshit.

Life doesn't work like that.

When the bird race wanted to flatter the king of the wolf race, he was thrown out directly by his parents. After that, he had been tossed like a toy by others from one place to another, numerous times. Finally, he ended up in front of the black wolf.

There was a rumor saying that the black wolf was the most ferocious existence in the wolf palace. And the black wolf’s favorite food was raw chicken!

He always excitedly gnawed the chicken, there was a possibility that blood could splatter everywhere!

Qiao Xi: I feel like I’m going to die.

And when Qiao Xi fell in front of the black wolf—

The black wolf had sharp fangs, fierce eyes, and a terrifying aura. The black wolf opened his mouth and approached Qiao Xi…

“Auwoo! Auwoo! Auwoo!”

Qiao Xi was frightened out of his wits and immediately fell onto the ground. He unmanageably changed into a human form. His body was shivering uncontrollably, thinking to himself that he was going to die.

However, just when the black wolf saw Qiao Xi’s human form, he unexpectedly turned silent.

After standing still for a while, he suddenly lifted his paw and touched Qiao Xi’s pretty little face, he stated calmly: “From today onward, you’re my little brother.”

Qiao Xi, whose eyes were filled with tears: “…?”
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Later, the black wolf ascended the throne in the wolf race.

Someone saw the black wolf carrying a chicken in his arm, and couldn’t help but say with a smile, His Majesty, the Wolf King surprisingly carried a ration with him, which was really interesting.

Suddenly, the Wolf King’s face darkened. He said calmly without any smile on his face: “This is my wife.”

He also ate this small one every day, but not as a ration, because this was his little treasure.

- Description from Novelupdates

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest.

Xiao Nanfeng has a deeply held secret: he retains memories of his past life on Earth. Trained as a scholar and wise beyond his years, he leverages his understanding to free himself from captivity and embarks on the path of cultivation. His goal is to find his missing parents, ten years lost. Loyal allies will accompany him, and fierce enemies will deter him—but talented cultivator though he might be, Xiao Nanfeng's greatest strength has always been his mind.

Original Blurb: Beneath the vast firmament, the brilliance of an era is but a fleeting moment, a flash of fireworks that vanishes in the blink of an eye. Look down upon the land, through countless ages, and witness the rise and fall of civilizations. Immortal sects, vast empires, sanctuary and holy ground—all are but specks of dust against the backdrop of the heavens; the glory of millennia, reduced to ashes. Yet from the depths of ruin, new sparks emerge. You and I, we strive to become towering trees that would pierce through the heavens. What lies beyond the celestial dome?

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