MTL - What If I Accidentally Made My Debut? - Chapter 832 Uh, that's it?

Ye Chen, the desperate fisherman in Riverland City, could catch anything but fish. He even registered a livestreaming room.Swish! Ye Chen caught a cremation urn as a bait box, hoping to change his luck with it.But as soon as someone sat down, a big fish was caught!Ye Chen was almost infuriated to the point of spitting blood!Just when he couldn't take it anymore, the system finally awakened...However, the system's achievements left him dumbfounded. Salvaging military weapons, saving people from the river, encountering floating corpses at night...[The host can catch a fish in 5 minutes]After 5 minutes, a rotten fish was hooked.Ye Chen was stunned.All the viewers in the livestreaming room were also stunned.[If the host continues fishing, a mysterious item weighing 76kg, worth 200,000, can be obtained]Ye Chen exclaimed, “Holy crap! Why can I catch everything except fish?”

50,000 years ago, Hell was destroyed because of too much Foul from the resentment of the souls that later turned to Soul Eaters and devoured everything in their wake, leaving nothing of Hell. The gods above in Heaven, in order to take care of the newly-died souls, created the Afterlife Department comprised of grim reapers.

Huo Ling was delivering food that day when he met Yi Bing and the guy gave him a warning. When he arrived to the customer's unit, he was killed.

Huo Ling: you set up a death flag for me!

Yi Bing: I'm a grim reaper. I'm the flag myself. Let me help you solve the mystery of your death.

Huo Ling: your sister!

Alternative title: The Different Ways I Died at 23

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Humanity, on the verge of reaching the singularity through AI advancement, fell before it could grasp it.In a cyberpunk world where Seoul—and even all of Korea—no longer exists, a story unfolds of someone living leisurely amidst the chaos.

(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…