MTL - The Female Supporting Role is Super Strong But Took the Love Brain Script - Chapter 130

Kurt was born to a poor Baronetcy of Arnold. He was a genius pastry chef in the previous world.

“Let the world burn… if that’s what it takes to keep them from stealing what’s mine.”William Knox, once hailed as the brightest inventor of the century, dies with his heart corroded by betrayal. His daughter and closest friend stripped him of everything—his legacy, his empire, his future. But death wasn’t the end… it was only the beginning.He awakens in a strange world, ruled not by science, but by magic. His body is no longer his own. His soul is bound by a dark contract, and his mind is still tethered to his past—thanks to a newborn AI and the last working prototype of his neural implant.“Will you make a contract with me?”Guided by the cold logic of his most innocent creation and the limitless power of arcane forces, William must survive among arcane kingdoms, ancient beings, and buried secrets that defy reality.To succeed, he’ll need to master this new world’s magical laws, manipulate those who inhabit it, and uncover why he was brought here… and by whom.Vengeance forged his soul.Magic will shape his destiny.And the truth… will destroy the world.A story of magic, vengeance, and the birth of a new god of nightmares begins here...----------------------Warning:-------------------------------Explicit sex scenes starting from chapter 19, in any case this story is not focused on R18 it is just an explicit series.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?