MTL - Assistant Architect - Chapter 122 Gold

A National Treasure—a hero who rightfully deserved everyone’s respect.They were those who dedicated their bodies, minds and skills to protect the defense and honor of the nation.They were directly related to the nation’s strength.

Nora is transported to another version of Earth populated mostly by men. A world where women ruled with absolute and unmerciful power. Nora must protect herself, her identity and the group of men that she is forced to love. Will she be able to maintain her cover identity and make a life for herself that she can ethically tolerate?

Word of Warning: MC is crude, blunt and slightly insane. Continue with caution!---------------------------When Theodore Nevan is forced into the Reincarnation Cycle via Truck-Kun's almighty hand, he is given the option to be reincarnated as the son of two Primordial deities, who convinces him to agree to their conditions by promising three wishes each. Theodore, now Theo Kraven, must gather his power and make powerful allies, because he's not the only Primordial Spawn alive and not all Primordial Spawns are friendly. And, with his kind being hunted by an unknown, mysterious force, he must do so fast.What happens when he discovers he can also travel through time, to more primal periods in time, where the beasts ruled over the world with an iron first? To eras past where he can learn from legendary masters only known through the history books? He will need to continue with caution as he grows into his own powers, becuase messing with time is forbodden and being a Primordial Spwan at a time where Primordial Spawns are frowned upon is like a double whammy. If anyone finds out about who he really is and what he can do, he will be hunted and killed.Wielding the powers of Time, Death & Destruction at his literal fingertips, Theo Kraven is out to get stronger and gather his own forces, eliminating any who dare get in his way. He will be called a villain. He will be called a tyrant. He will be called despicable. But, at the end of the day, he will have the power to back his actions.And, like his predecessors before him, he will learn that his sanity... is a ticking time bomb! No matter how chill and creative he sees himself today — he will have to learn that the cost of power is one's sanity, and he'll have to learn this fast, too, or else he'll be too far gone to properly defend himself when the enemy comes knocking at his door. And the worst part? The enemy is already at the gate![Ding! Direwolf Alpha Tamed.][Ding! Progenitor Werewolf Corpse Summoned!][Using Absolute Synthesis to Create A New Summon...]:[Ding! New Summons Created!][Direwolf Evolved Into: Lycaon-Fenrir Progenitor Werewolf!]

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.