MTL - The Villain Has Blackened Again - Chapter 849 Annoyed, not calm

To everyone in the Full Moon Pack, Hailee Stones was just an omega, the quiet daughter of the pack house cook. No one ever guessed she was more than that. As an omega, she was often overlooked, belittled, and disrespected, especially by Nathan, the Alpha’s son. He always singled her out, teasing and tormenting her in ways she couldn’t understand. Why did he bother to notice someone like her at all?Everything began to change when Callum, the Alpha heir of the Nightshade Pack, transferred to Moonridge Academy to finish his final year. The school was located in Full Moon Pack territory, and Hailee was surprisingly chosen to be his guide.But they weren’t the only ones to cross paths. Nathan's cousin, Dane, the charming and mysterious Beta heir of the Snowmoon Pack, known for always getting what he wanted, also took a sudden interest in her. Dane, who had never glanced twice at an omega before, seemed drawn to the fiery girl who refused to bow her head.Things escalated quickly.Soon, all three young heirs, Nathan, Callum, and Dane, were fighting for her attention. The tension between them grew unbearable, and Hailee was caught in the middle, torn and confused by her feelings for each of them.Then, just a week before her eighteenth birthday, everything changed.Hailee slept with all three of them… on the very same day.And the very next morning, she vanished without a trace.Ten years later, Hailee returned to the Full Moon Pack. But she wasn’t alone.She came back with three boys, triplets, each bearing a startling resemblance to one of the men she had left behind.Now Nathan, Callum, and Dane each claim that at least one of the boys is their son, if not all three.As for Hailee? She has no idea who the true father or fathers are.

Civilizations change and the era restarts.

The world returned to the age of steel and steam is full of chaos, madness, twist and evil.

Among them, a group of sorcerers called truth followers have done all their bad things.

They sacrificed to evil gods, besieged the Pope, assassinated the emperor, and even provoked the First World War…

All of this had nothing to do with the transmigrator Melon. When the world was in turmoil, he was the one who squatted aside and watched the show.

Until one day, this group of people came to him and insisted on recognizing him as the leader, and also said that he was the son of destiny. Everything they did before was because they followed his instructions…

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Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“What? What are you talking about?”This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]The boy’s face hardened.Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.“Um, are you really Mashin?”The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.

Son of a bitch! I just finished this godawful fantasy novel, and now I'm knee-deep in it – as David, the disgraced son of the Solarian Empire's top general! Talk about some twisted cosmic joke. But hold on a damn minute... maybe this isn't all bad. Armed with the knowledge of that trashy plot, I can become the ultimate shadow player, an overlord perhaps. Screw the damsel-in-distress harem too – it's time to pull the strings and become the real power behind the throne. This isekai might be a steaming pile, but I'm rewriting the ending with a little more... Debauchery (wink wink).