Limitless Sword God - Chapter 122 The Power of Sprite’s Shadow (Part II)

Follow Benjamin Joyce, an elderly man with a passion for blacksmithing who spent his life travelling the world and learning new things. Now, after helping out the developers of the first ever real VRMMO game, he gets the chance to play said game earlier than the majority of other people.

Seven years ago, after their breakup, he disappeared without a trace.

Now, he reappeared on the eve of her wedding, sparing no means in forcing her to marry him…

With a certificate of marriage, he bound her mercilessly to his side.

From there, this “Cinderella” began her journey as a wife to the heir of a business empire…

Mrs Huo – composed, sharp-tongued, and freakishly smart.

Mr Qin – wife-spoiler to no end and a complete “slave” to their daughter.

Quality love story, one on one. You are welcome to get hooked on this story with us.

- Description from Novelupdates

Karl Wagner is a disgruntled middle-aged instructor at the Bundeswehr Command and Staff College. He finds himself concerned about the direction which the German nation is headed in—just as he is killed by a terrorist attack. Only to awaken and find himself reborn as an infant, Bruno von Zehntner, the youngest son of a noble family renowned for its part in the German war industry a few years after the founding of the German Empire. Bruno, as he is now known, desires to rewrite history and ensure the German Empire emerges victorious in the coming century. And in doing so, finds himself entrenched in a world filled with Blood and Iron!

[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.