MTL - Global Reincarnation: My Own Story Library - v7 Chapter 27 All the means [2 in 4000 large

Kai of the Sorcerer’s Tower is one of the last mages left, barely surviving in a world ruled by creatures of the dark — where the era of mages ended, and most of the lands got contaminated with dead mana. To save his world and fulfil his master’s last wish, he put himself through a forbidden ritual, risking his soul being ripped into pieces to make his way into the past. In an era with abundant mana — an era yet to enter the Golden Era of Magic. Things go wrong, of course, as they always do, and he finds himself thousands of years before the world fell to mana contamination — in the body of a young lord, Arzan. All is not well, though, as the young lord was murdered by someone right at the cusp of a beast wave threatening the territory, while larger threats loom on the horizon. There was a lot to do for Kai to regain his former strength in this time of primitive technology, but then again, he might just be able to change that.

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System.Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences.But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy!Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain...Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence.Before he knew it, his works became popular.Selected reader comments:“This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!”“With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.”“Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)”Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true!The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!”Lin Chuan, “Huh?”The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?”Lin Chuan's vision went dark.Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

The sequel to Hunting the Field Guide.Kellen thought that his troubles were over.He'd dealt with the issue of the Poison Gate, he'd saved his sister, and he found out the location of where his trusty fellow Field Guide was located. As far as he was concerned, things were finally looking up for him.He could finally, finally live out the peaceful life he'd wished for when he'd first left the Front Lines.But then the E.A.G. reared it's old head. A hydra, a beast that just wouldn't die, Kellen was at his damn wit's end. All he wanted was to live out the life he'd literally carved out for himself. He just wanted to be happy with his Captain. Why was it so damn hard?Meanwhile, Brent Jameson just wanted to be left alone. A man who knew he could have exceptional talent, Brent just wanted to do what he loved. Sleep around, escort people through Gates, and drink his problems away whenever he wanted to.He did not want to be the new Head of a Guild. That sounded like the exact opposite of what a man like him would want to do. He also didn't want to be attached. Maybe Kellen was right and he had a type, and maybe he avoided that kind of person, but hey, he was just a guy.He couldn't be with someone when he was worried at any minute that he could be teleported away from them and dropped into the ocean. Hell, it was dangerous for him to even have friends. Now that he was back 'home' with his lovely, wonderful family, he knew that he had made the right choice.Brent was better off alone.

My older brother, who was my only family member, lost his memory. “I have a sibling? Are you kidding me?” He was a fool who cared for me ever since he brought me from the temple… “I can’t even take care of myself, so what is this…” I left the family because I didn’t want to be a burden to my older brother, who had no memory, and was helpless in the tragedy that followed. So I turned back time. That too, to the point when my brother lost his memory. “I don’t have anything in my head, so I don’t know what to do next. What if I have a kid with me?” We must not repeat the tragedy of the past life. So I grimly said, “That’s right. I don’t have anything on my brother’s head right now.” “…What, what?” I chuckled and took out a document I had prepared. The contents of the document, written in crooked, large letters, were simple. [I transfer all the property in my name to my younger sister.] While my gaping older brother was checking the documents, I took out his seal from his drawer and smeared it with ink. Then I put it in his hand and said with a very sad expression. “So stamp it. Now.” I will protect you in this life.