MTL - The King of The Worlds - v7 Chapter 94 Come first

The strongest Hero in history, Nakamoto Keisuke.

He was summoned to another world in the spring at the age of fifteen years old, and when he successfully defeated The Demon King, he was already thirty-two years old. He had finished his role in another world and returned to Japan, but the reality that had been waiting for him was, “Middle school graduate with seventeen years of blank period” label. He couldn’t find a decent job and had no choice but to spend his days working part-time.

Before such a Nakamoto, a beautiful girl who self-proclaimed had come to return the favor, appeared. “I’m the reward for Hero who had defeated Demon King”, said Angelica, a girl who came from another world that persistently tempted Nakamoto to make her his wife. Together with a high school girl who looks like Elsa, his beloved girl that he lost in another world, Nakamoto with his cheats skills got caught in a harem life.

The year is 407 AD and Rome is at the precipice. In the West, a usurper by the name of Flavius Claudius Constantinus has declared himself emperor. By doing this, he and his traitor legions have fractured the Western Roman Empire into two. At the same time, the north bleeds! Countless germans swarm across the borders of the Empire and pillage its lands in their ruthless raids. Alaric, King of the Goths, rises to a position of prominence and threatens the ancient capital of the dying Empire with his barbarian hordes. As if things weren't bad enough, rumors from the east state that a mysterious power rises within the fogs of war, threatening to drown the Empire in a river of blood.

As a response to these threats, the indolent emperor Honorius has given orders to his supreme commander Flavius Stilicho to reclaim the province of Gaul from the usurper. However, should he leave the heartland of the Empire undefended, undoubtedly Alaric would invade. Thus, under the threat of barbarians at the gates, Stilicho dispatches a young roman general by the name of Titus Claudius Marcellus to bring an end to the reign of the usurper. Will Rome fall to the tides of barbarians and traitors alike? Or can Marcellus restore a world collapsing around him? Find out in Heir of Aurelian!

She is an elder miss from a modern secret society family. She is very cold and heartless, but her appearance is very enchanting. She thinks of men as playthings. She was schemed against and her body was thrown into the sea.

When she woke up again, she had transmigrated to become the youngest Empress Dowager of the Feng Yu dynasty. Her beauty is unparalleled and her heart is poisonous like a snake.

Poisoning the imperial concubines to death, executing the emperor, her means are cruel and bloody, truly hateful!

Her old lover, the new emperor absolutely hates her? Not only does he want to banish her to the cold palace, he also dares to slap her in the face?

The court ministers can’t wait to execute her under the law?

The imperial concubines in the inner palace are all hypocrites and vicious?

With an enchanting smile, if a tiger does not show her might, they will treat her as a decoration? Ever since the Empress Dowager has been reborn, the inner palace will never be peaceful again!

Hooking up and joining the imperial uncle for no reason, then teasing the prime minister. If nothing happens, she will find a small bun to abuse, then sit back and watch a bunch of imperial concubines fight among each other. Her days are exciting and smooth. Except, why are all these men stripping naked and ask her to be responsible for them?

“The Empress Dowager seems to be in a good mood these days!”

“Yes! It’s indeed good”

“The peach blossoms in this King’s courtyard are in full bloom. I wonder if the Empress wants to come over to see them?”

“Looking at them is fine! However, imperial uncle, can you remove your hand from my leg?”

One night, a certain Empress Dowager appeared on the cold and stoic prime minister’s bed. She lifted his chin with one hand and wickedly ravaged him. Looking at the ‘unsatisfied’ man below her, she evilly and charmingly smiled. Her voice was filled with temptation: “If it is painful, please tell me. I will be more gentle.”

The cold and stoic prime minister’s eyes flashed. However, he uncomfortably turned his head away. His earlobes were red as blood pearls!

“Empress Dowager! What else do you want before you are willing to let go of the Empress?”

“Get out!”

“Empress Dowager! What do you actually want?”

“Throw him out!”

“Jinghua! Whatever you want, I can give it to you. But, first release the Empress!”

“Castrate him and throw him “.

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”