MTL - Picking Up a General to Plow the Fields - v7 Chapter 1813 Tune 22

Palace intrigue? I am able to rewind time!So, as a picky and delicate little Servant Consort, she can live a fulfilling life in the harem even without the Emperor's favor.The dishes from the Imperial Kitchen aren't to her liking?Rewind, and get my favorite steamed pork.The color of the fabric given doesn't suit me?Rewind, and this time, I finally get my favorite lake water green.The Emperor wants to sleep with me?Rewind, life without favor is still enjoyable.…The new Emperor Xie Zhixing has a secret.Since his first selection after ascending the throne, his life would inexplicably return to the past—The memorials he just approved are gone!The martial arts he just practiced were in vain!The concubine who was just brought in to sleep with him was taken away!…Xie Zhixing could never grasp the pattern of returning to the past, only considering it as a huge joke from the heavens.Until one stormy day, he met Servant Consort Yun in the Xianfu Palace.Later, he discovered that he had approved the same memorial 25 times that day, just because the Imperial Kitchen didn't make steamed pork for Servant Consort Yun.

Kai’s life was small—coffee-stained mornings, cracked recipes, and a system in his head that tweaked toasters and dough like it was nothing. Then the sky shattered. Aliens—Skraiths, jagged and brutal—invaded, tearing his city apart with green-glowing weapons and relentless claws. Superhumans rose to fight back, fire and lightning blazing through the chaos, but Kai’s world crumbled with them.Hiding in his apartment, Kai stumbles on blood—human and alien, smeared on his wall after a superhuman battle. His system, once just a tinker’s tool, awakens, offering him a choice: mimic their powers, temporary and wild, through the blood itself. Desperate, he takes it—stealing pyrokinesis, then electrokinesis, then kinetic energy, each power burning through him, fading fast. But it’s not enough. Armed with a humming Skraith weapon and a body tougher from alien blood, Kai joins a ragtag crew of enhanced fighters—Liv, Rylan, Jace, and Tucker—scraping to survive in a warzone where every shadow hides death.As Skraiths swarm and the city burns, Kai’s system pushes him deeper, analyzing, integrating, crafting minor enhancements—durability, strength, sparks of power that could make him a target or a savior. Government factions, rogue scientists, and the aliens themselves start sniffing around, drawn to his strange tech and blood-stolen abilities. By the time Kai crafts his first super-powered enhancement—an artificial strength boost—he’s no longer just a tinkerer. He’s on the edge of something bigger, something dangerous, where blood and sparks could forge a hero—or break him entirely.In a world unraveling, Kai’s fight for survival becomes a desperate race to master his system, outrun the Skraiths, and confront the truth: the power he’s chasing might destroy him—or remake the world.

“Let’s change the job’s contract.”“Sorry?”“Let’s switch it. From a work contract… to a marriage one.”Theo Kingsley doesn’t believe in soft edges. He’s spent years burying the version of himself that once felt too much, the kind and gentle side. His world is built on control, silence, and icy precision.Then comes Daisy Sinclair. The chaos.Former heiress. Newly broke. All pink, perfume, and polished nails. Once a pampered princess trying to piece her life together after her family’s downfall… a downfall Theo might’ve had something to do with.She shows up expecting a job.What she gets is a marriage contract.To Theo, marrying Daisy is a calculated move, a way to silence the side of himself he can’t afford to let out.To Daisy, it’s absolutely insane. But her credit cards are maxed, her options are few, and the Ice King is surprisingly… tolerable. Sometimes?Thrown into a world of cold suits and colder stares, Daisy's mission becomes simple: survive.But as sparks start flying and walls begin to crack, one thing becomes dangerously unclear:Is she melting the Ice King’s heart or just falling for a man who doesn’t know which version of himself is real?