MTL - Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress - Chapter 51 溺水少年(下)

“With my knowledge, give me a fulcrum on which to place it and I shall move the world!”

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Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivalled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Glenn, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

- Description from Novelupdates

[Live Streaming + Wilderness Survival + Ancient Wearing Today + Women Dressing Up as Men]

Mu Qingyun, the number one husband in the capital, was reborn, leaping across the modern age and directly reborn into the interstellar space.

The fate of the beginning is tragic. As a real princess, she has been occupied by a fake princess for many years. In the end, her parents who gave birth to her still look down on her, saying that they should not come back and lose the face of the royal family?

Participated in the military academy wilderness trial, but was scolded by the entire Internet for contradicting the princess on the first day.

In this regard, Mu Qingyun expressed disdain. The fire ability in the right hand rioted with the unique plant ability in the left hand, killing on the island, protecting teammates in the ruins, and spiritual power first, which turned the situation in one fell swoop and completely became popular all over the world.

One day, Mu Qingyun accidentally did not protect the vest.

Netizens have fried the pot one after another!

what! This junk star is so strong, it is still a double ability!

what! This handsome guy is actually a girl!

what! It turns out that she is the real princess of the empire!

At this time, Mu Qingyun looked at the man who had been pretending to be weak in front of her with a sneer. The first commander of the military academy was actually a “weak chicken” in our team.

- Description from novelbuddy

[Linguistics Skill: Lv0 (7/10)] [Apothecary Skill: Lv1 (15/100)] [Knight Breathing Skill: Lv2 (36/200)] [Knight Breathing Skill Experience Point +1] ------ In the year 3077 of the Berta calendar, during the era of confusion before wizards had reached the throne, he brought them ’Straight A Student Panel.’ He stepped into the sorcerer world, perfected sorcerer knowledge, like a bright moon dispelling the mists of the era. He was Ivan Marichardon, a pioneer of knowledge, he blazed trails for the way of the sorcerer.

They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.