MTL - Your Majesty, the Empress is on the Battlefield Again! - Chapter 933 , the wind is blowing, they are laughing

A calamity descended, consuming the world in chaos.With their final strength, humanity raised towering walls and built great cities to safeguard the last remnants of life.But now, the calamity stirs once more.This time, humanity will not just defend—they will rise and strike back!Witness the heroes.Follow their example.Become the hero!

[WPC DEC & JAN 2023 [Fantasy] WINNER!]_________[Talent: Future Seer]The path to immortality is always a cruel one to tread.In a world where the Wizard reigns supreme and spells are everything.Watch Aur’s journey as he walks down the path of immortality, albeit not in a conventional manner.Muscles!With the muscle system in hand, he forges a path for himself, slaughtering all his enemies with a punch. But in this world filled with schemes, can he reach the pinnacle or will he perish falling into the spiral of schemes?……[Scene from the Novel]“Aren't you supposed to be an ordinary wizard? How are you so strong?” The man muttered as the very earth crumbled, and the mountains behind him split with the sheer pressure of the giant fist descending on him.There was no surprise the man was crushed into meat paste. Aur looked at the distant sun.“Throughout Heaven and Earth, I have the strongest muscle,” Aur shouted as countless shadows appeared in the corner of his vision.“You are going to die today,” The tone was cold and unforgiving, with countless figures appearing one by one.“You cannot re-establish the Laws of this universe again.”

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.