MTL - Non-famous Actor - ~ Thirty-two, the

With divine medical skills in his left hand and supreme martial arts in his right, carrying a century of memories, he was reborn and returned to the city. This life, he vowed to dominate everything, take control of all, and ascend to the zenith of the heavens!

She was a medical genius from the Noah Medical Academy as well as a drug producing specialist. After sleeping for three days, she had returned to the ancient era and become the loyal marquis palace’s ignorant and silly young miss.

He was the supreme king of the Jia Luo Kingdom, with prestige around the whole world. With an ice cold face and a ice cold manner, he was entangled by her strong and overbearing manner, vowing to never let go.

Accidentally falling on him, he said, “This king will never suffer a loss.” Never suffering a loss, so he kissed her back.

Accidentally hitting his face, he said, “This king will never fight with a woman, I only nip women.”

Five fingerprints. Not only has he nipped her five times, he still collects interest.

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The strongest doesn’t need cheats.Haruka, a high schooler who spends his life as a “loner,” is suddenly summoned to another world with his classmates.Noticing the god in front of him, Haruka was going to get cheat abilities by picking what he wanted from the skill list so that he could live in the other world――or so he thought, but the skills were first come, first serve.All the cheat skills were taken by my classmates?!After not being able to get any amazing skills, Haruka’s “loner” skill made him unable to join any parties. Even in another world, he’ll adventure in solitude.Haruka, recognizing the crisis of his classmates, decided to secretly help them out while not relying on cheats. He’ll surpass cheats as he walks the path of the strongest――.Let the curtains raise for the tale about the strongest loner’s attack on the different world!

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