MTL - My Stepmother is Soft and Charming - Chapter 17 backbone

One day, Raizou ​​Takakura, an average salaryman, had a Heart Attack and his life ended that day.

But, he got a second life, in a different world.

Reincarnated with strong skills―― wasn’t what happened to him, instead, he was reincarnated as a foot soldier in a small country, Highserk Empire, which was surrounded by large countries.

With a new name, Walm, he was thrown into the frontline of war.

Covered in blood and the stench of death, along with his comrades, he was slipping through life-or-death situations.

An adventurer party with members that could use powerful magic, transferees with overwhelming power called the “heroes”.

In a deadly battle with them, Walm gradually developed his talent as a warrior which would’ve never awakened if he were to stay in times of peace.

While his eyes becoming dark and muddy over time――

One day, when a novelist woke up from a restless sleep,he realized that he had transformed into his 12-year-old self.

After dying on Earth, Liam Porter awakens in Twin Land, a strange world ruled by powerful Spirit Masters.Surrounded by corpses and the wreckage of a destroyed carriage, Liam finds himself wounded—newly arrived in this new world—facing the man responsible for his predecessor’s death.Thrown on an island where he must survive, Liam survives a strange demonic ritual and awakens magical powers.In a world where magic reigns and mystical beings (beasts and monsters) are essential for the growth of the Spirit Masters, Liam will follow a unique path alongside an incubus demon-spirit!To get stronger, he’ll have to conquer women and tame beasts!But not only his captors and the beasts—Spirit Masters’ natural enemies—will stand in his way. He will also have to face the depraved reality in which he finds himself!…“I will become the new Beasts God! Nothing and no one will stop me from achieving my ambition!”Expectations:- Fast pace, particularly at the beginning. A balance between lots of action, kingdom building, slow analysis of the cultivation system and rune creation;- Dark truths of a medieval society;- The MC is a curious earthling with above-average intelligence. He’s not a genius, but he will bring some things from his past life into this world in order to have some advantages (later in the story);- Harem;- Dual cultivation; (it’s the MC’s main cultivation method);- From weak to strong;- Sect building (later in the story).

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.