MTL - My Disciple Died Yet Again - v3 Chapter 339 Blackening single dog

Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left."Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."--Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server: https://discord.gg/APB5KCU

After making preparations for transmigration into the VR world “Mystical Era”, the previous veteran player Xia Yuan becomes an NPC, and is even made the fourth son of the Duke of the Empire!Already prepared for a boring aristocratic life, he never expects that the era has totally changed!As the last obstacle, his family has been labelled as a villain by the new aristocracy and will soon be crushed by history! Xia Yuan has no choice but to gradually strengthen his own power according to his knowledge of the game's history.Lost treasures, forbidden ancient weapons, secrets of immortality, forgotten epics...With one's own strength, save the world! Change fate! Rise from the ashes!...The knight swears, the mage sings, and the dragon spreads its wings!Pursue magic and truth, and control the fate of yourself and the era!Stand in the clouds, above the floating city and the throne of the sky!The bell rings, and the signs finally appeared.-It’s time for the stars to align-

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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