MTL - Cosmic Trading System - Chapter 1043 unfortunately

I’ve become a rogue lord in another world! This is the story of a game I was playing! The story of the protagonist, who has become a rogue lord who dies after two days, successfully uses the game’s history and system to escape his impending doom and become the strongest.

One minute, she was spiraling out of her scooter, watching in horror as her fried chicken flew into the horizon. The next minute, she was signing the contract to become a mother to his sons while staring into his glacier blue eyes.“The contract is effective as of now” He announced, as he dropped the pen. His brow was lifted challengingly and his voice reverberated around the room, bounced and sent zings of electricity down her spine.She tilted her head to a side, studying him covertly as she smiled menacingly. She was going to make him regret his decision.Let the games begin..!

Monkey D. Luffy: “I am the man who wants to become the Pirate King!”

Xie Wen: “You were beaten by my cat.”

Roronoa Zoro: “I want to become the world’s greatest swordsman!”

Xie Wen: “You were chopped by my cat.”

Porusalino: “Speed ​​is power. Have you ever been kicked by light?”

Xie Wen: “You were kicked by my cat.”

This is the story of a time-traveler who has activated the small dungeon, and leads a group of Elu cats who have activated the sky-defying dungeon to travel (xing) in the mountains (feng) and play (zuo) in the water (lang) in the pirate world.

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.