MTL - I Am Louis XIV - Chapter 525 A Supplementary Account of Gian Medici (Part 2)

I was on my way home with my friend when suddenly, I spotted a beautiful catgirl cosplayer with white hair. But something felt off—I couldn’t recall seeing her in any anime, manga, or games I had ever come across.Confused, I asked my friend standing next to me. To my shock, my friend’s response sent chills down my spine:“Huh? What catgirl? What are you talking about?”Suddenly, a truck came barreling toward the girl. Without thinking, I rushed to save her. In the end, both of us were hit by the truck.Now, I finds myself reincarnated in another world, in the body of the very catgirl I had seen.But... who is this girl?How is she related to the dungeons that keep popping up in the new world?Read to find out.-------------------It's really fun, with a lot of catgirls cute moments that let you explore what it's like to become a catgirl. (Like, what do they eat? Do they hate bath? Does their tongues have spike? Can they survive falling from high above?) There's a lot of sweet romance development and of course, some spicy chapters. But on the other hand, there will also be some intense action and dark moments as the story progresses.MC will be very confused emotionally and can be a bit annoying at first since she has to adapt to the catgirl genetics. Don't expect smut chappies right away because there has to be at least some relationship development.Slice of life slow start, slow burn, a lot of action later on.

Under the vast immortal sky, the brilliance of an era is nothing but fireworks blooming at the fingertips.

Overlooking the earth, for thousands of years, life and death, where are they all? The Immortal Gate, the Dynasty, and the Supreme Holy Land are all just a handful of loess under the Immortal Vault.

A thousand years of splendor, and a smash into ashes.

Cinders sprout in the depths of the ruins, and you and I strive to be the trees that reach the sky.

What the hell is on the other side of the Immortal Firmament?

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They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.

Dynasties rise and dynasties fall, like the tide washing the sand.