MTL - The Wife is First - Chapter 38 Penalty

After 2000 years has passed, the ruthless demon lord has just been reincarnated! But his aptitude at an academy for nurturing candidates for demon lords is, “Inept”!?

Gu Pan woke up and was told that he was dressed as the infatuated second male lead in Mary Sue’s novel.

From now on, there are two more tasks:

One: Grab a girlfriend with the male protagonist.

Two: Raiders the super villain of this world.

To prevent the big boss from destroying the world if he disagrees, and implicated her, an innocent book-piercer.

After several failures of the routine, Gu Pan came to a conclusion: the big guy, he eats soft and not hard!

So he turned into the ultimate little fanboy, inspired to serve the big guy comfortably!

“Boss, which brand of clothes do you want to wear today? Which country’s cuisine do you want to eat? Is the water temperature right? Would you like to wait for you to bathe and change clothes?”

Jiang Xun looked at the man whose waistcoat had already fallen off but didn’t know it, and smiled: “Okay, everyone is a ‘man’ anyway.”

The fake man looked forward to: “…”

No, we are not the same.

[Wearing books, group pets, women pretending to be men, villains, routines and anti-routines, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers]

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Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.