MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King) - Chapter 265 weave

Yuki, a high school junior, dies heroically saving a stranger and is reincarnated in a fantasy world, where he discovers an extraordinary and unrivaled power.

World ended on 12:31:2024DING!WELCOME TO REBIRTH: 100 DAYS BEFORE DOOMSDAY!Grace Blackwood survived five long years in the apocalypse before she was killed by her own people. Miraculously, she returned to the past with the help of her family's heirloom - exactly 100 days before the Doomsday.Having a space that was upgraded with a system, she took her revenge, stockpiled supplies for the future, and made necessary deals and connections.In her last life, she was alone. But this time, she found four men who were loyal to her and were ready to die just to keep her safe.In her previous life, she lost her most trusted people, but this time, she was ready to do anything to save them.This time, she was ready to face the apocalypse - stronger and better than the past.* * *Warning: This is a Reverse Harem Romance with mature content.

He said I was the most despicable woman he ever met…

In order to love him, I lost my family, and become an imprisoned tool used for his vengeance from a noble lady. Everyone said I was the daughter of a rapist… I cautiously maintained the excruciating deep love for him and suffered from mental and physical exhaustion…

I thought someday my love would touch him and then I would live a happy life just as a fairy tale, but in fact I fell into an eternal nightmare…

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.