"Where am I?"
When Molin slowly opened his eyes, he felt a slight headache.
"I remember I was working overtime to help Boss organize Doraemon's Encyclopedia of props, and then..."
Molin tried hard to recall everything that had happened before.
The boss of Mo Lin's workplace is a rich second-generation weirdo who likes Doraemon very much.
Coincidentally, Mo Lin also liked comics and knew many famous comics like the back of his hand.
Therefore, he attracted the attention of the rich second-generation boss. The two hit it off and had a very good relationship.
And what this rich second-generation boss liked the most was not the hot-blooded Wang Dao manga, but Doraemon, a childhood memory.
He had specially given Molin a USB flash drive that looked like a four-dimensional pocket and asked Molin to help him organize the various props that appeared in Doraemon.
Just as Molin was about to sort out the thousands of props after spending an unknown amount of time
, his computer suddenly crashed.
Immediately after, a powerful light burst out, and then Molin didn't know anything.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw this scene.
"Where…is this place?"
Mo Lin looked around at the numerous garbage piles that were emitting the smoke and dust miasma, as well as the barren land further away, with a blank expression.
There was no sign of human habitation in the surroundings. Even the garbage dump had traces of human life.
However, this place did not seem to be just an ordinary garbage dump.
Just as Mo Lin was about to stand up, he suddenly realized something.
His body seemed to have shrunk, and his skin became as tender as a teenager!
"What happened to me?"
Mo Lin was stunned.
And at this moment ~
Boom!
A strong light suddenly burst out of Mo Lin's mind, drowning his consciousness in an instant.
He fell to the ground again.
"Item…full-time hunter…telekinesis…"
Molin mumbled indistinctly as his vision was once again shrouded in darkness.
Not long after he fell down.
A figure came from afar.
She was wearing a small protective suit and looked a little petite.
"Humans?!"
The figure immediately noticed Molin, who had fallen on the garbage mountain.
"Are you not wearing protective clothing?"
She tilted her head. Falling into a radioactive garbage mountain without wearing protective clothing was basically a death sentence.
Moreover, such a person's body would also be filled with radiation, and no one would be willing to get close.
The only outcome was that they would be treated as waste in the landfills.
The petite figure in the protective suit wanted to leave just like that.
"Eh?!"
She suddenly realized that the clothes that he was wearing looked pretty good.
After thinking for a moment, she carefully walked forward and grabbed him with her protective suit.
"There's no radiation?!"
The figure was surprised by the detection waves coming from the protective suit.
She checked to make sure that there was nothing wrong with the protective suit.
He paused for a few seconds as he looked at Molin's young and handsome face.
Originally, her goal was only to get the clothes that Molin was wearing, but now...
She thought about it for a moment and quickly made a new decision.
"
Headache, ache, ache, ache ~"
After some time, Molin woke up from the darkness once again.
This time, his head hurt a lot more than before.
He held his head and slowly sat up. As he combed through the memories in his mind, he sized up his surroundings.
At this moment, he was lying on a very tattered wooden bed. From the looks of it, he seemed to be in a house.
However, this house could basically be described as a house with four walls. There was almost nothing else except for the door.
There was only an old oil lamp, a hammock, an old table and chair, and a broken oil lamp on top.
The only good thing about it was that it was clean and tidy, making the house not look like a pigsty or a stable. At least it was a place for people to stay.
From this, it could be seen that the owner of the house was quite meticulous.
However, Molin didn't pay too much attention to it.
As the memories in his mind surged, his expression became more and more surprised.
"I actually transmigrated into the world of full-time hunters?!”
Recalling the clear memories that gradually surfaced in his mind, Mo Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly.
How could transmigration happen to him?
Fortunately, he was an orphan and had no strings attached.
A full-time hunter was his favorite anime.
However, even though he liked it, it did not mean that he wanted to come here.
In terms of the world ranking of high-risk, full-time hunters were definitely on the list, and they were very close to the top!
In this world, the law of the jungle was extremely close to the law of the jungle.
The laws and morals of the secular world were simply unable to restrain the demons in people's hearts.
Other than the hidden dangers of human society, there were also secret realms, demonic realms, demonic beasts, ruins, and other natural dangers.
In addition to the existence of telekinesis, anything was possible in this dangerous and mysterious world.
"Fortunately, I have also grasped the basic level of telekinesis.”
Recalling the memories in his mind, Molin raised his tender little hand slightly.
A ball of pure white air covered his fist.
When he transmigrated, it was like a benefit.
The computer shot out a strong beam of light, and it baptized his body.
This allowed him to return to the age of 10, which was the most suitable for cultivation, and also helped him to open up all the pores in his body.
Not only that, this light could be said to be Mo Lin's golden finger. It had also helped Mo Lin cultivate a different kind of psychic power.
"Four-Dimensional Hundred Treasure Bag?”
Molin read the introduction of his ability in his mind and read it softly. "Where am I?"
When Molin slowly opened his eyes, he felt a slight headache.
"I remember I was working overtime to help Boss organize Doraemon's Encyclopedia of props, and then..."
Molin tried hard to recall everything that had happened before.
The boss of Mo Lin's workplace is a rich second-generation weirdo who likes Doraemon very much.
Coincidentally, Mo Lin also liked comics and knew many famous comics like the back of his hand.
Therefore, he attracted the attention of the rich second-generation boss. The two hit it off and had a very good relationship.
And what this rich second-generation boss liked the most was not the hot-blooded Wang Dao manga, but Doraemon, a childhood memory.
He had specially given Molin a USB flash drive that looked like a four-dimensional pocket and asked Molin to help him organize the various props that appeared in Doraemon.
Just as Molin was about to sort out the thousands of props after spending an unknown amount of time
, his computer suddenly crashed.
Immediately after, a powerful light burst out, and then Molin didn't know anything.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw this scene.
"Where…is this place?"
Mo Lin looked around at the numerous garbage piles that were emitting the smoke and dust miasma, as well as the barren land further away, with a blank expression.
There was no sign of human habitation in the surroundings. Even the garbage dump had traces of human life.
However, this place did not seem to be just an ordinary garbage dump.
Just as Mo Lin was about to stand up, he suddenly realized something.
His body seemed to have shrunk, and his skin became as tender as a teenager!
"What happened to me?"
Mo Lin was stunned.
And at this moment ~
Boom!
A strong light suddenly burst out of Mo Lin's mind, drowning his consciousness in an instant.
He fell to the ground again.
"Item…full-time hunter…telekinesis…"
Molin mumbled indistinctly as his vision was once again shrouded in darkness.
Not long after he fell down.
A figure came from afar.
She was wearing a small protective suit and looked a little petite.
"Humans?!"
The figure immediately noticed Molin, who had fallen on the garbage mountain.
"Are you not wearing protective clothing?"
She tilted her head. Falling into a radioactive garbage mountain without wearing protective clothing was basically a death sentence.
Moreover, such a person's body would also be filled with radiation, and no one would be willing to get close.
The only outcome was that they would be treated as waste in the landfills.
The petite figure in the protective suit wanted to leave just like that.
"Eh?!"
She suddenly realized that the clothes that he was wearing looked pretty good.
After thinking for a moment, she carefully walked forward and grabbed him with her protective suit.
"There's no radiation?!"
The figure was surprised by the detection waves coming from the protective suit.
She checked to make sure that there was nothing wrong with the protective suit.
He paused for a few seconds as he looked at Molin's young and handsome face.
Originally, her goal was only to get the clothes that Molin was wearing, but now...
She thought about it for a moment and quickly made a new decision.
"
Headache, ache, ache, ache ~"
After some time, Molin woke up from the darkness once again.
This time, his head hurt a lot more than before.
He held his head and slowly sat up. As he combed through the memories in his mind, he sized up his surroundings.
At this moment, he was lying on a very tattered wooden bed. From the looks of it, he seemed to be in a house.
However, this house could basically be described as a house with four walls. There was almost nothing else except for the door.
There was only an old oil lamp, a hammock, an old table and chair, and a broken oil lamp on top.
The only good thing about it was that it was clean and tidy, making the house not look like a pigsty or a stable. At least it was a place for people to stay.
From this, it could be seen that the owner of the house was quite meticulous.
However, Molin didn't pay too much attention to it.
As the memories in his mind surged, his expression became more and more surprised.
"I actually transmigrated into the world of full-time hunters?!”
Recalling the clear memories that gradually surfaced in his mind, Mo Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly.
How could transmigration happen to him?
Fortunately, he was an orphan and had no strings attached.
A full-time hunter was his favorite anime.
However, even though he liked it, it did not mean that he wanted to come here.
In terms of the world ranking of high-risk, full-time hunters were definitely on the list, and they were very close to the top!
In this world, the law of the jungle was extremely close to the law of the jungle.
The laws and morals of the secular world were simply unable to restrain the demons in people's hearts.
Other than the hidden dangers of human society, there were also secret realms, demonic realms, demonic beasts, ruins, and other natural dangers.
In addition to the existence of telekinesis, anything was possible in this dangerous and mysterious world.
"Fortunately, I have also grasped the basic level of telekinesis.”
Recalling the memories in his mind, Molin raised his tender little hand slightly.
A ball of pure white air covered his fist.
When he transmigrated, it was like a benefit.
The computer shot out a strong beam of light, and it baptized his body.
This allowed him to return to the age of 10, which was the most suitable for cultivation, and also helped him to open up all the pores in his body.
Not only that, this light could be said to be Mo Lin's golden finger. It had also helped Mo Lin cultivate a different kind of psychic power.
"Four-Dimensional Hundred Treasure Bag?”
Molin read the introduction of his ability in his mind and read it softly. "Where am I?"
When Molin slowly opened his eyes, he felt a slight headache.
"I remember I was working overtime to help Boss organize Doraemon's Encyclopedia of props, and then..."
Molin tried hard to recall everything that had happened before.
The boss of Mo Lin's workplace is a rich second-generation weirdo who likes Doraemon very much.
Coincidentally, Mo Lin also liked comics and knew many famous comics like the back of his hand.
Therefore, he attracted the attention of the rich second-generation boss. The two hit it off and had a very good relationship.
And what this rich second-generation boss liked the most was not the hot-blooded Wang Dao manga, but Doraemon, a childhood memory.
He had specially given Molin a USB flash drive that looked like a four-dimensional pocket and asked Molin to help him organize the various props that appeared in Doraemon.
Just as Molin was about to sort out the thousands of props after spending an unknown amount of time
, his computer suddenly crashed.
Immediately after, a powerful light burst out, and then Molin didn't know anything.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw this scene.
"Where…is this place?"
Mo Lin looked around at the numerous garbage piles that were emitting the smoke and dust miasma, as well as the barren land further away, with a blank expression.
There was no sign of human habitation in the surroundings. Even the garbage dump had traces of human life.
However, this place did not seem to be just an ordinary garbage dump.
Just as Mo Lin was about to stand up, he suddenly realized something.
His body seemed to have shrunk, and his skin became as tender as a teenager!
"What happened to me?"
Mo Lin was stunned.
And at this moment ~
Boom!
A strong light suddenly burst out of Mo Lin's mind, drowning his consciousness in an instant.
He fell to the ground again.
"Item…full-time hunter…telekinesis…"
Molin mumbled indistinctly as his vision was once again shrouded in darkness.
Not long after he fell down.
A figure came from afar.
She was wearing a small protective suit and looked a little petite.
"Humans?!"
The figure immediately noticed Molin, who had fallen on the garbage mountain.
"Are you not wearing protective clothing?"
She tilted her head. Falling into a radioactive garbage mountain without wearing protective clothing was basically a death sentence.
Moreover, such a person's body would also be filled with radiation, and no one would be willing to get close.
The only outcome was that they would be treated as waste in the landfills.
The petite figure in the protective suit wanted to leave just like that.
"Eh?!"
She suddenly realized that the clothes that he was wearing looked pretty good.
After thinking for a moment, she carefully walked forward and grabbed him with her protective suit.
"There's no radiation?!"
The figure was surprised by the detection waves coming from the protective suit.
She checked to make sure that there was nothing wrong with the protective suit.
He paused for a few seconds as he looked at Molin's young and handsome face.
Originally, her goal was only to get the clothes that Molin was wearing, but now...
She thought about it for a moment and quickly made a new decision.
"
Headache, ache, ache, ache ~"
After some time, Molin woke up from the darkness once again.
This time, his head hurt a lot more than before.
He held his head and slowly sat up. As he combed through the memories in his mind, he sized up his surroundings.
At this moment, he was lying on a very tattered wooden bed. From the looks of it, he seemed to be in a house.
However, this house could basically be described as a house with four walls. There was almost nothing else except for the door.
There was only an old oil lamp, a hammock, an old table and chair, and a broken oil lamp on top.
The only good thing about it was that it was clean and tidy, making the house not look like a pigsty or a stable. At least it was a place for people to stay.
From this, it could be seen that the owner of the house was quite meticulous.
However, Molin didn't pay too much attention to it.
As the memories in his mind surged, his expression became more and more surprised.
"I actually transmigrated into the world of full-time hunters?!”
Recalling the clear memories that gradually surfaced in his mind, Mo Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly.
How could transmigration happen to him?
Fortunately, he was an orphan and had no strings attached.
A full-time hunter was his favorite anime.
However, even though he liked it, it did not mean that he wanted to come here.
In terms of the world ranking of high-risk, full-time hunters were definitely on the list, and they were very close to the top!
In this world, the law of the jungle was extremely close to the law of the jungle.
The laws and morals of the secular world were simply unable to restrain the demons in people's hearts.
Other than the hidden dangers of human society, there were also secret realms, demonic realms, demonic beasts, ruins, and other natural dangers.
In addition to the existence of telekinesis, anything was possible in this dangerous and mysterious world.
"Fortunately, I have also grasped the basic level of telekinesis.”
Recalling the memories in his mind, Molin raised his tender little hand slightly.
A ball of pure white air covered his fist.
When he transmigrated, it was like a benefit.
The computer shot out a strong beam of light, and it baptized his body.
This allowed him to return to the age of 10, which was the most suitable for cultivation, and also helped him to open up all the pores in his body.
Not only that, this light could be said to be Mo Lin's golden finger. It had also helped Mo Lin cultivate a different kind of psychic power.
"Four-Dimensional Hundred Treasure Bag?”
Molin read the introduction of his ability in his mind and read it softly. "Where am I?"
When Molin slowly opened his eyes, he felt a slight headache.
"I remember I was working overtime to help Boss organize Doraemon's Encyclopedia of props, and then..."
Molin tried hard to recall everything that had happened before.
The boss of Mo Lin's workplace is a rich second-generation weirdo who likes Doraemon very much.
Coincidentally, Mo Lin also liked comics and knew many famous comics like the back of his hand.
Therefore, he attracted the attention of the rich second-generation boss. The two hit it off and had a very good relationship.
And what this rich second-generation boss liked the most was not the hot-blooded Wang Dao manga, but Doraemon, a childhood memory.
He had specially given Molin a USB flash drive that looked like a four-dimensional pocket and asked Molin to help him organize the various props that appeared in Doraemon.
Just as Molin was about to sort out the thousands of props after spending an unknown amount of time
, his computer suddenly crashed.
Immediately after, a powerful light burst out, and then Molin didn't know anything.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw this scene.
"Where…is this place?"
Mo Lin looked around at the numerous garbage piles that were emitting the smoke and dust miasma, as well as the barren land further away, with a blank expression.
There was no sign of human habitation in the surroundings. Even the garbage dump had traces of human life.
However, this place did not seem to be just an ordinary garbage dump.
Just as Mo Lin was about to stand up, he suddenly realized something.
His body seemed to have shrunk, and his skin became as tender as a teenager!
"What happened to me?"
Mo Lin was stunned.
And at this moment ~
Boom!
A strong light suddenly burst out of Mo Lin's mind, drowning his consciousness in an instant.
He fell to the ground again.
"Item…full-time hunter…telekinesis…"
Molin mumbled indistinctly as his vision was once again shrouded in darkness.
Not long after he fell down.
A figure came from afar.
She was wearing a small protective suit and looked a little petite.
"Humans?!"
The figure immediately noticed Molin, who had fallen on the garbage mountain.
"Are you not wearing protective clothing?"
She tilted her head. Falling into a radioactive garbage mountain without wearing protective clothing was basically a death sentence.
Moreover, such a person's body would also be filled with radiation, and no one would be willing to get close.
The only outcome was that they would be treated as waste in the landfills.
The petite figure in the protective suit wanted to leave just like that.
"Eh?!"
She suddenly realized that the clothes that he was wearing looked pretty good.
After thinking for a moment, she carefully walked forward and grabbed him with her protective suit.
"There's no radiation?!"
The figure was surprised by the detection waves coming from the protective suit.
She checked to make sure that there was nothing wrong with the protective suit.
He paused for a few seconds as he looked at Molin's young and handsome face.
Originally, her goal was only to get the clothes that Molin was wearing, but now...
She thought about it for a moment and quickly made a new decision.
"
Headache, ache, ache, ache ~"
After some time, Molin woke up from the darkness once again.
This time, his head hurt a lot more than before.
He held his head and slowly sat up. As he combed through the memories in his mind, he sized up his surroundings.
At this moment, he was lying on a very tattered wooden bed. From the looks of it, he seemed to be in a house.
However, this house could basically be described as a house with four walls. There was almost nothing else except for the door.
There was only an old oil lamp, a hammock, an old table and chair, and a broken oil lamp on top.
The only good thing about it was that it was clean and tidy, making the house not look like a pigsty or a stable. At least it was a place for people to stay.
From this, it could be seen that the owner of the house was quite meticulous.
However, Molin didn't pay too much attention to it.
As the memories in his mind surged, his expression became more and more surprised.
"I actually transmigrated into the world of full-time hunters?!”
Recalling the clear memories that gradually surfaced in his mind, Mo Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly.
How could transmigration happen to him?
Fortunately, he was an orphan and had no strings attached.
A full-time hunter was his favorite anime.
However, even though he liked it, it did not mean that he wanted to come here.
In terms of the world ranking of high-risk, full-time hunters were definitely on the list, and they were very close to the top!
In this world, the law of the jungle was extremely close to the law of the jungle.
The laws and morals of the secular world were simply unable to restrain the demons in people's hearts.
Other than the hidden dangers of human society, there were also secret realms, demonic realms, demonic beasts, ruins, and other natural dangers.
In addition to the existence of telekinesis, anything was possible in this dangerous and mysterious world.
"Fortunately, I have also grasped the basic level of telekinesis.”
Recalling the memories in his mind, Molin raised his tender little hand slightly.
A ball of pure white air covered his fist.
When he transmigrated, it was like a benefit.
The computer shot out a strong beam of light, and it baptized his body.
This allowed him to return to the age of 10, which was the most suitable for cultivation, and also helped him to open up all the pores in his body.
Not only that, this light could be said to be Mo Lin's golden finger. It had also helped Mo Lin cultivate a different kind of psychic power.
"Four-Dimensional Hundred Treasure Bag?”
Molin read the introduction of his ability in his mind and read it softly.
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