MTL - The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered - Chapter 1196 Time and space management (2)

Orson transmigrated into the body of a villainous young master in an overpowered protagonist novel, and the first thing he had to do after waking up was to welcome the protagonist, the real young master, back to the family?Is it too late for me to start sucking up to the protagonist now?I took the initiative to find my fiancée to break off the engagement, but her older sister wanted to take her place and marry me instead?To protect the real young master, I berated the imperial princess, but she secretly fell in love with me?I actively pushed the heroines toward the real young master, but the heroines forced me to become the yellow-haired villain!It’s over, truly…

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At the tender age of 14, a seemingly random but prodigious student experienced an extraordinary awakening of his talent. This momentous event also coincided, whether by fate or design, with the resurgence of his memories from a past life.

Yet, these newly recovered memories brought an overwhelming despair. He realized that he had been living as a mere extra character in the popular 'Return as Strongest Player' novel.

In a twist of fate, he discovered the activation of an enigmatic 'Another System,' adding an even deeper layer of complexity to his predicament.

How would an extra character navigate such a dire threat to his very existence?

As he braved these trials and tribulations, he unraveled a mystery surrounding the cryptic 'Another System.'

But the greatest surprise still awaited him – a revelation that would not only shed light on the truth behind his reincarnation but also unveil the grand machinations of the Primordial God.

The question remained, what lay beyond this earth-shattering revelation?

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The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.