MTL - Number One Player of Time and Space - Chapter 1217 Poison Island Flow VS Kusakabe Flow

Lucas Tanaka, a 30-year-old Japanese man who gave up his dream of becoming a soccer player, lives a monotonous life in Tokyo. After an act of bravery that results in a fatal wound, a glowing screen appears in front of him. [The skill “System” has been granted.] [“System” unlocked.] [The skill “System” has given to you the skill “Supernatural Resistance”.] [“Supernatural Resistance” unlocked.] [Thanks to the divine effect of “Supernatural Resistance”, from now on death is no longer a problem for you]. When Lucas wakes up, he finds himself on a vast soccer field, back in his youth, in the middle of a match with his childhood friend. With new skills and an unexpected chance to relive his dreams, Lucas is faced with the opportunity to redefine his destiny, but first he must overcome the normal challenges of a young soccer player, such as becoming a starter, winning the regional championship and become a professional soccer player! [The hidden function of the skill “Champion System” has been unlocked.] [The skill of “Replicator Genius” has been granted]. [“Replicator Genius” unlocked]. __________ What you can expect: Action, well-developed relationships, an MC who has attitude, a complex system that evolves, an MC who gets really strong, Slice of Life, manga content. The MC is proactive, he knows how to adapt, but he’s not a genius who knows literally every possible future for all his actions.

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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You Liangxing would never open the speech function in game.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”