MTL - Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day - Chapter 5 Auction venue

I, Maehara Maki, someone who couldn’t make any acquaintances or friends in high school, finally had someone I can hang out with outside of school. A girl.

Her name was Asanagi-san. The boys in my class called her ‘The class’ second cutest girl’ behind her back.

On Fridays, she would refuse her best friend, Amami, ‘the cutest girl in class’ invitation just to hang out in my house with me.

Together, we played games, watched some movies, read some manga while eating junk foods like pizza and hamburgers, and chugging cola without a care in the world. To others, we may seem sloppy, but it was a precious, secret time together for Asanagi-san and myself.

Seth Evergreen was the greatest scientist of his time. With his insatiable hunger for knowledge and groundbreaking discoveries, he had made Earth reach new heights of prosperity and scientific advancements.

But everything changed when he stumbled upon the life equation, cracking it and discovering the fabled 'healing factor.'

Seth believed he had found the key to eternal youth and announced his discovery to the world in the form of a new drug. But then the mutations began. The human body, it seemed, was not meant to be perfect.

The drug's effects began to spiral out of control, creating monsters out of those who had taken it. After spending 7 years trying to remedy his mistake, he finally gave up and pulled the trigger.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a world unlike anything he had ever seen before. The world of Gilea, where magic and mana exist, and the strong prey on the weak.

Determined to complete what he had failed to do in his last life, Seth, now known as Silas Skylark, sets out to become the strongest mage, to take Gilea out of the dark ages and into an age of prosperity and change.

Unbeknownst to him, the life equation branded itself into his soul, morphing his body and mind into a being with only one goal...

To evolve!

But as the shadow of his past looms over him and powerful forces seek to control him, Silas must overcome weaknesses and reach new heights.

Will he succeed in his quest to bring prosperity and change to this world, or will his past sins come back to haunt him once again?

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