MTL - The Alternate World Is Too Dangerous: I Hide In Reality And Rule! - Chapter 178 The inside story hidden in Haihua Temple

Lin Beifan traversed to a world filled with countless nations and masters, becoming the emperor of a nation with the “Empire Sandbox” as his golden finger (Cheat).

This “Empire Sandbox” allowed him to mobilize all domestic resources for rational allocation. The stronger the nation became, the stronger he became.

In order to become stronger, Lin Beifan did many things that seemed foolish to others.

“Your Majesty, the Mo Kingdom is willing to trade the most beautiful woman in their kingdom for an iron mine!”

Lin Beifan: “The Mo Kingdom is truly sincere. Let’s trade!”

As a result, after the Mo Kingdom acquired the iron mine, it collapsed, burying 200,000 troops!

“Your Majesty, the Grand General intends to stage a rebellion!”

Lin Beifan: “I admire those with ambition. Let him fight!”

As a result, the Grand General’s food supply vanished into thin air. His army starved to death on their way to the Capital City, never making it to battle.

In the end, Lin Beifan walked further and further down the path of a foolish emperor, yet the territory kept expanding, the country became stronger, and his harem grew increasingly…

Everyone was dumbfounded: “How did such an incompetent ruler become the legendary emperor throughout the ages?”

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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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Waking up in a carriage, Wang discovers something was wrong. But due to weakness he finally finds himself in an ancient room. From the moment he comes to terms with his transportation, he has to do everything ti become stronger, due to fear of being killed off anytime.

As someone from Earth, where people had more freedom, he did not feel very safe in a world where slavery still existed with martial arts masters roaming around.

When he discovers the existence of an attribute panel, he decides to take the invincible road.

But things don’t go his way when he survives in the hidden realm with his family only to be ejected into an unfamiliar savage world dominated by the monster clan.

Having to protect his family and become strong while surviving in a world dominated by a simple rule, the strongest fist is the law.

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Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.