MTL - You Are My Rare Passion - Chapter 8101 sweetheart

One of the six people called heroes, Raid, fought alone against the Devil, and ended up dead.

After meeting with a suspicious god, he woke up again and found out he has born again as a baby.

Moreover, as a daughter of his former companions.

In order to regain his former power, Raid/Nicole has to go through a life of hardships to reach the ideal he aims for.

Luo Xingchen traveled to the world of Fairy Tail.

Comes with a plug-in magic sublimator.

Since then, Luo Xingchen has embarked on a different path.

Not to mention, you can borrow the magic crystal emblem transformed from the magic power of the wizard to strengthen yourself.

Mainly, you can also use multiple badges to fuse into a new form?

Please, I’m not the debt king Uub.

But after trying it for real, he realized that this thing is really fragrant.

Of course, occasionally there will be some troubles.

That is, what if the other party does not borrow it?

Easy!

As a mage genius, it’s not too much to awaken a magic, right?

Relying on the awakened devouring magic that can forcibly extract the magic power of the wizard.

Combining two by two…

You have to borrow this power if you borrow it, or you have to borrow it if you don’t borrow it!

When a certain day.

Luo Xingchen held the black dragon’s dark magic crystal badge in his hand, and added the shining star’s light magic crystal badge,

The moment they come together,

The ultimate form that surpassed the gods was born…

- Description from novelbuddy

Many strange phenomena have been happening in Yin City. Li Ang—whose alias is Li Risheng—becomes embroiled in an absolute real game of life-and-death, known as Killing Field.Using his above average analytical and deductive skills, he completes different quests assigned by the system, such as eliminating supernatural beings or solving cases, while trying to unravel the true nature of the game.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.