MTL - First Prince of Ming Dynasty - Chapter 18 Juvenile Ruyu

“Stop crying. I’ll marry you. Calm down.”Cold. Emotionless.That is Duke Morvex, the monster duke whose half-blood lineage comes from the terrifying wolf demons.And I, Valerie Austin, wake up in the same bed as him, the ruthless duke who should never have touched me.But the biggest problem isn’t that forbidden night…It’s the truth everyone in the empire already knows:Duke Morvex is engaged and soon to be married.

A polite and lethargic boy was reincarnated in another world as a vampire bishoujo.

Ever since the appearance of the Tower of Genesis twenty years ago, children's dreams began to change. Becoming a Hunter became the most popular aspiration.The same was true for Nathan Cole. But unfortunately, the Tower had yet to summon him. The Awakening he longed for never came.Until one day, he was suddenly summoned into the Tower. He was overjoyed—but the happiness didn’t last long.Nathan had been summoned… because of a bug.

Kael was a “rat”—a lowly stable boy in a frozen, brutal medieval world where Knights ruled with iron and Barbarians crushed skulls with bone clubs. His life was worth less than the manure he shoveled. That changed the night he butchered a Knight with a rusty dagger to pay a debt of blood.Chosen by the God of Slaughter, Kael awakens the Aether System. His cheat? The ability to project his soul into other worlds, live countless lives, and bring their powers back to reality—if he survives.But power is not free. It is bought with pain, time, and sanity.World 1: The Wild West. He spends a lifetime as “El Lobo,” a legendary gunslinger. He returns with the muscle memory of a master marksman and a 12-gauge shotgun. World 2: The Martial Arts Realm. He trains for decades as a Wuxia disciple. He returns with internal energy that can shatter steel.Now, as the Kingdom faces war and monsters surge from the dark, the nobles sneer at the servant boy holding a strange metal tube. They chant spells. They draw enchanted swords. Kael takes a slow breath. He racks the slide. Click-clack. “Parry this.”