MTL - A Smile from the Villain - ~ 45中文网 [already replaced]

The bad news, at least for me, is that I died. The good news is that I was reincarnated into someone else's body who lives in a cult full of beautiful women... but this cult forbids love. Well, one can't have all the good things. I thought I was safe until the worst happened. A system appeared that told me that I would die if a girl didn't accept my confession within a month... I have to get out of that cult now.Every 10 days I upload 15 chapters at once on Patreon.

Dan just wanted to be normal. College, maybe a girlfriend, a life free of drama. Fate had other plans. Now, chosen as a Goddess's champion against his will, Dan is dragged into a hidden world of ancient powers and deadly games. Can a reluctant hero master his divine gifts and survive, or will the weight of godhood crush him before he even begins?.....Thank you for taking the time to view my book. I'm a growing author and so it means a lot to me that you decided to check my book. If you do decide to go ahead to read the book I would like to warn ahead of the typos that I may have missed in a haste to post the work and for that I am sorry. Hope you like the story though. Thank you again for reading..

“As if I’d marry an ugly woman like you!”

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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