MTL - Dream is King - Chapter 745 high IQ conversation

“I hope you don’t fall in love with me, because I won’t be taking responsibility,” warned the young man. “Don’t worry, I won’t fall in love with a body double,” the employer dully replied. Yet, both of them forgot what they had said.

“I’m sure we’ve all had that weird kid in our class.”“You know, the one everyone avoids like the plague.”“The moron who always comes to school with messy black hair, torn-up clothes, and so many bruises on their body it looks like they were mauled by a bear.”“I know that kid well—”“Because I’m him.”[DING!][YOU HAVE AWAKENED YOUR BLACKSMITH SYSTEM]“Blacksmith system? What the fuck is that?”It’s the power to forge.The power to create weapons that can split the heavens themselves.Weapons that can challenge gods, rewrite fate, and reduce galaxies to dust.Weapons that can cut through time and space.With the Blacksmith System… you have the power of creation.Do you accept?[Y/N]

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+]Camilla Watson-Veston was left with no choice but to leave her wealthy life behind and raise her son alone as an ordinary employee. A woman filled with rage and anger because of the betrayal of her one true love is indeed very dangerous.When all she could think of was revenge, karma has its funny way of rewarding those worthy with what they deserve. Sometimes not just one, but two or more blessings at once.What will Cammy do if the universe gives her not only two options to consider but three or more?Will she be able to choose which path she should take when nothing seems to be the right one?When freedom costs too much and happiness is hard to reach, will life turn Cammy into bitter from sweet?**********Story Excerpt:“You’re fucking stunning, Cammy, and don’t let anyone make you think otherwise. Your husband’s a fool for letting you go. I’m going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing. Even if it’s just for tonight, I promise you won’t forget me. After this, I’ll be the only man in your mind,” Greg said before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.Was it wrong to accept it just because she was married, even though the man she was married to had been betraying her time and time again?Her mind let go of logic; she no longer cared if what they were doing was forbidden. She had made up her mind to surrender herself to him completely, letting him do whatever he desired with her tonight.So she whispered, “Turn off the lights…”Greg smirked, knowing the switch was just within reach, but instead of turning the lights off completely, he dimmed them to the faintest glow without removing his gaze from her.“Forgive me, Cammy. I cannot turn it off completely. I want to see your face when I take you to heaven over and over again while you are screaming my name.”Her hands traced his broad, strong chest, feeling its strength and solidity.‘Oh God, I’m touching another man’s body!’ she shouted silently in her mind.Before her courage fully faltered, she felt Greg gripped on her wrist, as he released her lips, and whispered, “Not yet, Ms. beautiful. Let's take it slow… I want you to remember our time together as your best without any regrets. I want you to remember me as the man who made you feel important and wanted.Tonight you're the only woman in my life. The only woman my eyes see and my mind thinks of. You are mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?!”**********A song excerpt that mirrors the emotion of the book.***The song is not mine.***I remember back when we were in loveAnd we followed the fire in our heartsWe moved every mountain we touchedAnd we danced in the light of the starsI know nothing beautiful lastsBut when I get to heaven I'll askTo go back to when we were in love…

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.