MTL - Players In Marvel - Chapter 58 Dad: Oops! shadow!

Born as the daughter of the last martial artist of this era, that is Yeon. Her father is the world’s greatest fighter and is respected by everyone. The only problem was…… “I know it’s impressive, but I don’t have to follow in his footsteps, do I?” Her stubborn father’s dream was for his daughter to also follow the path of martial arts. Naturally, Yeon’s life was filled with grueling training. Living a dull life, Yeon’s only hobby was reading romance fantasy novels before going to bed. “If only I could live as a lady once……” After making a wish, Yeon fell asleep and entered a novel as if she were dreaming. However, her enjoyment is short-lived when she realizes that it’s not a romance fantasy, but rather a martial arts novel. “It was my dream to be a possessor, but of all things, it had to be a martial arts novel, and in the body of a supporting character who dies early!” Feeling indignant and weeping, she suddenly notices her own reflection in the mirror. It was a glamorous image. ‘Hold on. Does this mean… I could become a lady?’ Moreover, in this world, there was a man who looked exactly like the male lead in her favorite romance fantasy. He was handsome and talented, but with a wretched backstory. “Things are going to be different now.” The fate of a supporting character who dies early? Forget about it. Whether they’re followers of the devil or a heretical sect, even the worst villains don’t scare her. Why? Because she is the strongest possessor in history. This is the story of Yeon’s adventures in the martial arts world, as she stumbles along in pursuit of everything she desires.

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]

The Swordmaster who has returned by chance to save the world!

This Dark story contains raw and unfiltered mature contents. Strictly R18+. Read with caution.Ella had lost everything. After her mother’s accident, her father married someone else and pushed her aside, choosing his new family over her. Her friends slowly left, and she was left to deal with everything alone. She spent all her money to keep her mother on life support. Now, she was broke, exhausted, and barely holding on.Then Nicholas showed up.He was a stranger—handsome, confident, and calm. But what shocked her most was the marriage certificate he brought. According to him, they got married in Vegas. The problem? Ella doesn’t remember it at all.She already has too much to deal with—her sick mom, the hospital bills, and her fiancé, who has been her only support. She can’t afford to lose him now.But Nicholas won’t go away. He says he’s her husband, and he wants her to come with him. Ella feels drawn to him in a way she can’t explain. He sees through her like no one else does.She knows she should walk away. She knows she should stay with the safe life she’s trying to hold on to. But something about Nicholas pulls her in—and she’s scared he might break her in the end.TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE, MENTAL HEALTH SCENES, ROUGH SEXUAL ACTS.