MTL - From the Head Pillar Tanjiro, Take Stock of the Wonderful Nicknames of Zongman - Chapter 377

Locke, an ordinary middle school student from Philadelphia, traveled to a world of sword and magic and became a small lord.

However, his territory was barren and narrow, and the leading people were poor and weak. Around him, there were ferocious brigands, terrifying dragons, and powerful enemies.

At this critical moment, Locke had awakened the ability to summon the gods!

At his summon, the powerful and mysterious strength came to this world one after another!

Athena, the beautiful and intelligent war goddess!

Venus, the goddess of love!

There was also Hades in charge of the nether world, and the cunning god of tricks Loki!

Countless gods and their heroes followed Locke to fight. They built their own territory and made it a sacred place that everyone yearned for in the world. They also made Locke the greatest ruler of the world!

Magic dragon, phoenix... The powerful and mysterious magical beast became Locke's ride!

The burly giant, the beautiful elf, and countless mysterious creatures had become members of Locke's group.

There were also countless mages and knights who were loyal to Locke and became his spears and shields!

And charming Venus, youthful Daphne, cold Medusa and enchanting Pandora...

Their styles were different, but each of them was beautiful and charming. Locke also showed his powerful strength on another battlefield, which made these goddesses and female demons shout, “Slow fuck.”

This made Locke the prince charming of countless girls.

However, Venus, Daphne, Medusa, Pandora and other goddesses and female demons held Locke tightly and shouted, “Locke belongs to me!”

“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

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Laws govern existence. Arcons enforce those Laws. Across the countless worlds, civilizations live and die beneath their silent authority.And within such worlds Mana Regains supreme.But, Kairos was born with none.A manaless orphan with nothing to his name, he carved his way to the top through Aura alone, becoming the strongest user in recorded history.For generations, the people lived beneath the dome they believed was their prison, a cage holding them back from the world beyond. They tore it down.They celebrated. But when the dust settled, they realized how wrong they were.Without it, the continent's pillars crumbled, and Kairos fell with them..Fate, however, doesn't deal in injustice. It sent him back rewinding time to where it all began, granting him a second chance no one was meant to have.But the world he returns to isn't the one he remembers. A kingdom that never existed now stands. The worlds themselves hide secrets no commoner was ever meant to see. Strange phenomena ripple across the land with no explanation.Armed with the knowledge of a future already lived, Kairos sets out to reshape the very laws that govern magic, unaware that the entire history of the world has always been bound to his fate.-----“Ah one fire ball not enough, It's alright I will make em ten!”“I see, One enchantment isn't enough, how about ten of them?”“One arrow isn't enough how about one hundred of them”Tags#OVER POWERED FROM THE START#WEAKLING#HAREM? NOT SURE#ROMANCE#ACADEMY#MAGIC#Myrad Races#TIMELINES

The Empress who dies in torture, An Rushuang is her name. After she wakes up, she finds herself has time-travelled to when she was twelve years old, but she would turn into Major General’s white horse at night. He is a general who orders about the winds and clouds on the battlefield, and she is a little girl lives in her boudoir seclusively.
She endeavors to change her fate, and he spared no effort to win every battle. They meet each other every day, well, it’s night to be accurate. Is that a dream or not? She pleads to marry the seignior to win peace for her family, only to find he is the one she is going to marry.
“Growing old with you under the same roof is my long-cherished wish”, thought them both.

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