MTL - Douluo: My Martial Soul is a Simulator - Chapter 238 Liu Erlong joins in and plays mahjong for four

“Welcome to the Cosmos of Madness!”

Said a man with long red hair and piercing golden eyes as he descended from the stars.

“You have been chosen for a great purpose! Task! Mission! Destiny!”

He shouted dramatically as countless worlds heard his every word, from the lowest peasants to the mighty entities in the lofty palaces in the Higher Dimension.

“All of you accept your destiny as a sacrifice to Daemon Sultan, Blind Idiot God, Primordial Demiurge, Azathoth!”

And then Apocalypse descended.

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Follow the journey of self-named Samiel Zentaur, a half-mad worshipper of the Outer Gods, on the Path of Transcendence and in his path to find himself.

The number one swordsman Zhao Jiangui is the martial world’s best hope for peace: All he has to do is seduce the Demon Sect Leader.

What happens if a 21-year-old who was looked down upon, bullied, and tortured even by his own family since a small age and in the end, left to die...gets power? Power to change his and even others' reality?

Beaten, tortured, and cast aside by his own family, Luke finds himself sold for his organs at the end of his life.

However, that was not his end, as the mysterious encounter he had two years prior to his death awakened something in him.

Yes, it was a system. A reality system!

Watch “Arkhen” as he turns into a Tyrant after rebirth and change his and others' reality!

Revenge? Check.

Op powers? Check.

PP size? Check.

Dominating MC, who follows his desire like a tyrant and grows? CHECK!

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.