MTL - The Transmigration Routine of Always Being Captured by ML - Chapter 52 Holy Sorcerer 15

Zhao Feng works hard to prove himself better than peers in the Martial Arts Training Ground, but just when he's about to give up, a mysterious black, marble-like, object fuses with his left eye, granting him the powers of the ancient gods.With his newfound powers, Zhao Feng embarks on the journey toward becoming the greatest martial artist of all time.

[Debt collection + metaphysics + cool writing]

Ling Chu is dead.

Inexplicably, he traveled through time and became the eldest girl of Shangshu Mansion.

However, he was not favored. He was ordered by the Taoist priests when he was just born to punish his relatives.

He was sent to a Taoist temple for foster care since he was a child, and was not taken back to his hometown until he was a child.

She thought she would live a happy and beautiful life from now on, but what greeted her was an imperial edict to behead everyone in her family.

In order to save her life, she risked her life and cooperated with Jin Yiwei to ransack her home.

For this reason, everyone rebelled against their relatives.

Others thought she was going to cry bitterly, confess to her family and ask for forgiveness.

But she was busy collecting debts, making money, and helping ghosts fulfill their last wishes and accumulate merit to extend her life.

Just when she was living a happy life as a child, she discovered that her parents were both fake.

Just when everyone in Kyoto was waiting for her to go back and fight with the fake daughter,

But she turned around and joined the frightened Jin Yiwei, and was busy following the God of Death every day to ransack homes all over the capital.

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“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.