MTL - Pirate: Seeing My Proficiency, I Became a Legend - Chapter 273 Silent Marin Vanduo, a world in turmoil

Ashlock awoke in the courtyard of a demonic sect… as a tree.

A tree that eats people.

And one that grows stronger over time due to a daily sign-in system and cultivation.

As an ordinary newly graduated college student, Lin Zaozao unexpectedly found herself caught up in the trend of transmigration and transformed into a complete fool weighing a whopping 280 pounds.

As if being dimwitted wasn’t bad enough, there was also a large black mole on her face that made her look incredibly ugly.

Though looks did not matter much, what was worse was that through an arranged marriage by the government, she ended up marrying five disabled men.

Her five husbands were a blind man, a lame man, a deaf man, a mute and a paralyzed man.

Along with herself, a dimwit, they formed quite a congregation of disabled people.

Before she even had time to bemoan her misfortune, a gaming system gave her a skill – the ability to transfer anyone’s injury or disability onto herself, before promptly disappearing.

Facing the system’s various unfair treatments, Lin Zaozao could only swallow her grievances.

However, the more she interacted with her five disabled husbands, the more she realized there was more to them than meets the eye…

The Coinbound System lets him buy spells, skills, and stat boosts like a magical vending machine...But nothing comes free.Every fireball costs gold.Every body enhancement? Taxed.Even getting a suggestion comes with a convenience fee.While nobles train for years to master a single flame spell, he can just buy it off the System. From summoning spirit beasts to crafting forbidden runes, his power grows with every coin he scrapes together… and every unnecessary expense he dodges.But in a world where magic is passed down through noble bloodlines and ancient family grimoires, a broke outsider with a price tag on every spell has no business rising through the ranks.Still, he’s surviving. Thriving, even.So long as he tracks every copper and refuses to overspend on fireballs, he just might make it out alive.They call him cheap.They call him stingy.But one day… they’ll all remember the name:The Frugal Mage.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.