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Modern Romance#Campus "Then... How long will you like me?" "Until time expires." "... How could time fail?" "Even if one day you no longer need this love, even if you leave everything about me to your memory for safekeeping, even if my trajectory is extinguished from your starry sky." His voice was soft, like humming a lullaby, and he patted her back with his palms, "I will continue to love you." "Liar... You are no longer in your orbit, how can you love me?" "Then I'll ask a star to let its light shine on you forever."

[Fantasy#Counterattack#System Flow#Zhutian Shuttle#Strategy#Gaowu] In the corner of the Qingyun Sect's library, Su Ye's fingertips ran across the yellowed ancient books, and the weak spiritual energy in his dantian dissipated again. Three years later, he was still at the third level of Qi training. Everyone in the sect said that he was a useless person. Even the handyman in charge of cleaning dared to laugh at him. At the elders' meeting, the master crossed out his name from the list of inner sect disciples and said in an indifferent tone: "Su Ye, it's not because you are a ruthless teacher. With your qualifications, you will never be able to see the golden elixir in your lifetime. Go to the outer sect to guard the mountain." The little junior sister who had made an appointment with him to become a master of the Dao, on the day he was expelled, switched to the sect's genius Chu Feng. She bowed to him from a distance across the crowd, with no trace of the old feelings in her eyes: "Senior Brother Su, we have different paths and we don't want to conspire with each other." When he was desperate, Su Ye accidentally touched a bronze fragment sandwiched in the ancient book. The fragment suddenly erupted into billions of streams of light, sucking him into the endless void. Bite! "Zhutianwen System" was successfully bound! It is detected that the host is carrying the Hongmeng Tao Fei (being sealed), and the initial permission is unlocked: travel through three thousand small worlds, and understand the origin of ten thousand ways! ... When Su Ye returned to the Qingyun Sect with a shocking cultivation level, it happened that Chu Feng was accepting canonization as the sect's number one genius. Facing the people who mocked him in the past, Su Ye just raised his hand lightly, and the Tao Yun flowing from his fingertips shattered Chu Feng's proud magic weapon, and even the sect's protective formation was shaking under his breath. The master's expression changed drastically, and he asked in a trembling voice: "You... Who are you?" Su Ye looked into the depths of the sea of clouds and said softly: "I was once a loser in the Qingyun Sect who could not seek enlightenment."

[Rebirth Ability System Counterattack] In 2035, the red moon volleyed in the sky, and the world suddenly changed. Eighty percent of humanity has become bloodthirsty, and cities have been reduced to ruins. The survivors established a new order within the high walls, the awakened ones took control, and the mortals became ants. And I, Su Ye, was reborn three hours before the disaster. There is no awakening S-level talent, only a weird [Superdimensional Waste Recycling System] bound to it. When all the reborn people are hoarding supplies and hunting the initial monsters. I pushed open the iron door of the scrap recycling station in the south of the city that was on the verge of closing down. "Ding! Recycle a rusty kitchen knife and get [Zanpakutō Shallow Strike Embryo]" "Ding! Recycle ten sections of used batteries to synthesize [core components of Thunder Magnetic Mecha]" "Ding! Recycle the incomplete "Three-year College Entrance Examination and Five-Year Simulation" and unlock the [Initial Fragment of the Omniscient Sequence]" While others were struggling in the wilderness, I synthesized mythical weapons at the scrapyard; While others were fighting for a piece of bread, I used recycled instant noodle buckets to build an interstellar nutrition capsule; The top awakened person that others admire is the homeless person I recycled yesterday. Until the blood moon comes again, and the gods and demons from outside the territory tear apart the sky. I'm sitting on an eternal throne composed of used refrigerators, tires and second-hand computers, and standing behind me: The cleaning lady holding a modified broom, the old man riding a tricycle, and the cat-eared girl who is always digging through the trash can. "Everyone." I raised the muzzle of the cannon modified from the recycling bin to the evil gods in the sky: "This store recycles old gods, ancient demons, and fallen civilizations. No counter-offers are allowed." This is the scroll of the King of Scrap, which is my acquisition notice to thousands of planes. "From today on, our store will buy all your fear, despair, and corpses by the pound."