MTL - Mystery Hunter - Chapter 296 Ye Dan is missing

Ryoma Takeda was once a rising star in the ring, an Interhigh champion, a golden boy with fists of promise. But one bitter loss on his pro debut shattered his confidence. A freak accident soon after stole his leg.His career vanished. His fiancée left him. And all he had left were reruns of that one damn fight… and a hundred different regrets.Then, just as he hits rock bottom, fate does the unthinkable. He wakes up ten years in the past, on the very night of his first professional match.But this time, something’s different.[System Initialized: Vision Grid Active]“Your eyes see the truth beneath motion. Use it well.”Armed with the Vision Grid System, a combat-assist module that turns his visual perception into tactical mastery, Ryoma now has a second chance.To fix his mistakes.To chase the career he lost.To protect the mother he failed.And to prove to the woman who left… that she let go of someone she’ll never replace.But boxing isn't just a sport. It's war of bodies, of minds, of hearts.And Ryoma Takeda is done losing.

The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.

I, Chen *Ping’an, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping’an, Ping’an* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping’an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.

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She pulled the trigger.Time shattered.And somehow… I survived.Kentaro Takamiya thought he was just another broke college student.Until the day a silver-haired girl appeared in his classroom, froze the world… and nearly erased him from existence.Now he’s the only human ever to survive contact with an Alberline.Beautiful, mysterious girls whose emotions are so powerful they can bend time, space, and reality itself.Some, like Halcyon, believe Alberlines can be saved.Others, like Cradle, see them as living weapons that must be destroyed.And then there’s Spire, a private force moving in the shadows, willing to burn nations to harness Alberline power for their own secret ends.Kentaro’s caught in the middle, with one impossible mission:Enter their minds.Make them fall for him… enough to save the world.And stop their emotions from tearing it apart.But with each connection, the truth unravels.The memories he’s lost begin to surface.Factions close in around him.And someone in the shadows is watching his every move, waiting for their moment to strike.Because Kentaro isn’t just syncing with Alberlines.He’s becoming something else.And if he loses control…it won’t just be his mind that breaks.It’ll be reality itself.

My reunion with her took place in the worst possible way.