The New Normal - A Pokémon Elite 4 SI by CartecFF - Chapter 10 - 38-42

I am a what, and where is my little friend? No, give it back right now!

What, back in a lab again? What a load of bull.

Finally, I’m dying... No, I got revived again.

Becoming a weapon for a kingdom? Meh, they can try and control me.

Medieval weapons? I like that. Give me all of them.

An Angle cult? Let’s destroy that.

Pure Dragons? I want one for myself.

When Ren Sheng is being hunted, in order to not fall into the hands of his enemies he decides to jump into the crack of space and time. Unexpectedly, he crossed into the future and was forced to substitute as a bride while he was still in a coma.

When he wakes up, he actually has a husband… Ren Sheng is extremely satisfied.

Such a delicious nourishment, this is his first time seeing it! Really want to root up ah ah ah!

As a result Lord Marshal, who was sick in bed, had a “little wife” who has been touching him all day and drooling over him.

Wu Chen crossed the new world, but was trapped on July 7th, 2020, and continued to reincarnate!

He has been indulgent, doing evil, and desperately violently committing suicide hundreds of times in different ways, but every new day, everything will come back. He also has hundreds of languages and can communicate with 99.9% of the world.

He is proficient in all mainstream instruments, and he is a master of beauty. He has studied fighting, car skills, shooting, and cooking in his repeated time. Art, dance, performance…

So he reincarnation for a thousand years, a new day, the sun rises as usual. – Time is: July 8, 2020.

- Description from wkkshu translation

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!