MTL - The Transmigration Routine of Always Being Captured by ML - Chapter 45 Holy Sorcerer 8

[Time Travel + Pocket Dimension + Strong Female Lead + Happy Ending + Both Pure]Jiang Ning thought that someone like her, with hands stained by blood, was destined for hell after death.Unexpectedly, upon her demise, her soul traversed to another world, where she encountered a kind-hearted and handsome scholar who brought her home.This scholar was perfect in every way: he could write, paint, style hair, sew clothes, and even tell her after she had killed someone, “Jiang Ning, this isn’t who you’re meant to be.”……Liu Ming’an thought that someone like him, all alone in the world, accustomed to solitude, would remain lonely for life.Unexpectedly, a chance glance in a crowd stirred his compassion, leading him to bring home a battered young woman.This young woman was perfect in every way: she could cook, earn money, catch thieves, fight, and even solemnly promise him, “Liu Ming’an, I will protect you!”……Gentleness collides with indifference, darkness encounters warm sunlight.“You are my redemption!”“You are my good fortune!”

God gave me one more chance and finally came back after four hundred years.

As soon as I realized I returned, I decided that ‘no one should have pride.’

My goal was to destroy the country. So, I grew up with a genius prince who lived in hiding before returning.
He took up the empire for me and I left him for him to achieve his goal.

‘I came to pick you up Charlize Ronan.’ Dylan, who became a perfect tyrant after a few years, found me after searching all over the continent.

‘Why did you flee and run away?’

In a world of countless enemies, the right talent is all it takes to thrive. Freddy Stern, a twenty-one-year-old cashier, has lived a plain, albeit harsh life. Having been orphaned—twice—he’s spent the last ten years working and staying out of trouble. His only aspiration is to save enough money to become an archhuman. His dream gets the jump on him when he barely survives a near-death encounter and finds himself with 1% Lifesteal, a bizarre talent with numerous contradictions and just as many uses. With every dead enemy, he becomes a bit stronger, a little wiser, and a lot more ruthless. And no matter how much damage he takes, he can always put himself back together. Physically, at least. But on his path to power, after having to look at the rotting guts of archhuman society again and again, can his talent keep his mind and soul as pristine as his body? Or will that part of him simply remain broken?

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.