MTL - Creation Notebook - Chapter 43 Xiaofeng has an accident

In this fantasy world, music and aether rules all. However, there is constant threat of demons and natural catastrophes. The most powerful men are musicians who use music, alchemy, and spells to safeguard their homes. A young man who just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled, starts his journey of becoming musician – a journey that leads him to the crown of justice and glory.We are born of aether, grow under aether and die as aether. Awe of Aether! – Holy Code.

Daniel is just a regular blue collar Maintenance Mechanic working for a manufacturing company. As he's winding down at home from a day of messy work repairing a CNC mill, he is surprised by a sudden glow of light beneath him. And, in an instant, his world changes. Literally.Daniel finds himself now in the world of Zenkon, a world of fantasy beings and monsters, swords and magic, and perilous threats to the safety of the world. As if stepping into a fantasy light novel or video game, he has been apparently summoned by a sacred magic spell that requests a hero from the gods, and in reply, they sent Daniel and a young Japanese man named Rikuto.However, Daniel's luck doesn't seem to be good, as it's quickly discovered that, contrary to the nature of living things in the world of Zenkon, Daniel is the only one that possesses no magic or mana, making him immune to many types of magic, both beneficial and detrimental, but not protecting him from direct harm.As such, Daniel will now have to find his way through this world using his own repair and manufacturing know-how, while Rikuto uses his own modern civics and economics knowledge to try to recover the Kingdom of Mornistae in the midst of a large scale global war.Why were they summoned, and by what wisdom did the gods choose to send 'Divine Heroes'; one with magic and the other without, to a world of which the foundation is magic?

Ruan Jiu Jiu transmigrated into a rebirth novel, in which the female lead in her past life had an unattainable love, a white moonlight. In the novel, the white moonlight Cheng Jun was a hollow character with a pretty face but zero accomplishments, and with his cold personality was like a frigid beauty; an empty flower vase. Meanwhile, Ruan Jiu Jiu transmigrated into Cheng Jun’s ex-wife, an evil, stuck-up, female side character.

When Ruan Jiu Jiu transmigrated over, a divorce agreement was placed on the table. Cheng Jun, wet from the rain, ate a bowl of unhealthy instant noodles. Seeing that beautiful, emotionless face, Ruan Jiu Jiu suddenly couldn’t take it anymore and said that she’d wait until tomorrow to reconsider the divorce.

Later.

Ruan Jiu Jiu: Who said that he’s an idiot? Who said that he’s frigid? You’re trolling (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Actually, this is a relaxed, funny, brain dead, sweet little novel.

Able to be coaxed but can’t be forced female lead X A weak, helpless, intimidating but oblivious Big Boss.

*Has some stuff about video games, if you don’t like that then skip this

1. 100% fluff

2. Expands on a completed quick transmigration novel ~The beginning matches up a bit with that universe~

3. This novel’s ML is a bit weird because he doesn’t have a sense of self-preservation →_→

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”