MTL - The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love - Chapter 5306 Female anchor's Xiuxian Internet Red Road 141

The Emperor had issued an official decree to appoint a successor to the throne—one who would become the next ruler of the empire.But instead of a direct appointment, the successor would be determined through a formal battle among the princes and princesses.A battle that would drag in many factions, overflow with conspiracies, claim countless lives, and reshape the entire continent... was about to begin.But among the contenders, there was one prince who had no intention of fighting—Nolan.Handsome, lazy, and utterly annoying, Nolan was well-known for the many unflattering titles given to him by those around him.Nolan: “Fighting to become emperor? Please... I just want to relax and enjoy life.”Rather than compete, he convinced his twin sister to fight in his place while he supported her from behind the scenes.Nolan: “My dear sister, I leave my future in your capable hands!”And with that, the prince’s journey toward a life of leisure—relying entirely on his sister—officially began.

On the opening day of Illusionary Moon, I realised that I had many more items in my inventory as compared to other players. One Shura Secret Codex, an Achievement Manual and also a really mysterious bracelet.

I didn’t know who gave me all these, I also didn’t know what triggered the system bug. The only thing I knew was that this was the beginning!

The world will tremble because of me, the mountains and rivers will awaken for me. 700 million girls will be attracted to me, because I might really be the strongest character in this world!

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

Reborn as a sword, he lived for hundreds of years, and then he occupied the body of a 15-year-old prince.