MTL - The Strongest Hokage - v3 Chapter 30 Ain VS creel

After coming out of a tunnel… it was pitch dark.

A high school boy meets an unfortunate end by a well-meaning but bureaucratically incompetent god. As an apology for his accidental demise, the god offers him reincarnation in a fantasy world—complete with a powerful cheat to ensure his survival. However, due to a small clerical error, our protagonist is reborn as a girl!Determined to make the most of her new life, she boldly declares, “Give me the strongest weapon imaginable!”—only to be granted… a harem of overly devoted female soulmates?!Now, stuck in a medieval world filled with magic, monsters, and gorgeous women vying for her affection, she must navigate her bizarre fate while somehow becoming the legendary hero she was meant to be.Will she ever find a way back to her original body? Can she survive this world without succumbing to yuri-fueled chaos? And most importantly… does love truly conquer all?!One thing’s for sure—her adventure is about to be way more complicated than she expected.

After hatching endless plots and suffering innumerable hardships, the demons of the Demonic Realm finally managed to resurrect the Ancient Demon King.

The demons of the Demonic Realm had hoped that the Ancient Demon King would not only lead them in waging a war against the Heavenly Realm and enable them to lord their superiority over the Immortals, he would also ultimately gain control over the entire realm.

Gradually, however, they discovered that their thoughts were very, very wrong.

Whilst it is true that this Ancient Demon King still retains his aura of superiority and possesses unlimited powers, he…

He seems to be a mental case…

It’s alright even if he changes orders and does things in an incomprehensible way.

But what’s with his habit of muttering under his breath, nagging and conversing with himself the entire day!

Small Orchid: He’s not ill, he’s just despicable (贱jian)…can’t stand to see (见jian) people live a good life.

Dong Fang: I am only unable to endure seeing you live a good life.

Small Orchid: …

*T/N: The Chinese pronunciation for the word “despicable” is the same as the word “see” – thus, the author is trying to show that Small Orchid, while trying to scold Dong Fang, is also careful not to incur his wrath, which is why she tried to imbue another meaning into her sentence after scolding him.

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