Become The Guard AI Of The Lost Civilization After Transmigration - Chapter 191 - : Void Realm Mentor

Xiao Jinghuai's home has a little thing, soft and adorable, lively and mischievous.Rather than calling her a wife, it would be better to say it's like having another daughter.Some people say: “Young Master Xiao pampers his wife to the point where she only needs to open her mouth to be fed, she's almost become useless!”“Whoever says that, throw them into the sea to feed the sharks!”Another person says: “Young Master Xiao's wife really doesn’t look that great, nowhere near as beautiful as so-and-so!”“Whoever says that, gouge out their eyes to feed the dogs!”Yet another says: “Young Master Xiao spoils his wife excessively, he has become a tyrant of his generation!”“Who says so?”Turning around, just to see the girl's bright and charming little face, “I said it! So what do you want?”He pulled her into his arms, didn't want anything, just wanted her to be his little princess...(Even in this world full of charms, I only have eyes for you.)

An eternal prison, a soulless body, a sealed spirit, everything lost.

To resign before merciless fate, or to become destiny!

“I lived in an illusion, I was lost, I could not find my home, I did not have a home… but why does it matter?! Between bowing to the threat of death and a spine that would never bend, I will choose the latter!”

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...[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.

The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.