MTL - Don’t Wait for Your Boyfriend in the Crematorium - Chapter 33 allergy to death

An unexpected discovery in Machu Picchu has transported a young professional thief from Earth to a world filled with mystical powers and evil plots. With his beloved teacher and best friend killed during the calamity, his only goal is to become stronger, so that he can take revenge for them.This is a novel filled with politics, the struggle for power, evil beauties, and of course, Divine Immortals.

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Gu Muran, the former master of metaphysics, woke up and found that he had become the fake daughter of the Gu family.

The Gu family couldn’t bear the thought of their own daughter marrying into the Qian family, so they thought of the adopted daughter they had abandoned before.

The daughter of the Gu family had a physical problem. The Gu family believed that it was because of her adopted daughter’s fate that her daughter was hurt.

The parents put their ideas on her again: “Since you and your sister’s kidneys are well matched, then give her one of yours, and she won’t die anyway.”

Gu Muran: Auntie’s things are not something anyone can touch easily.

In her previous life, her power of metaphysics was unrivaled in the world. She was once appointed as a national teacher to protect the common people of a country, and she was heard by the heavens. Even the emperor had to respect her when seeing her.

How could she allow these messy people to jump around in front of her.

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He is a revered god of medicine, with superb medical skills, it is difficult for a thousand dollars to make an appointment to seek medical consultation.

No one knows the depth of her talent for magical calculations. She knows the destiny with one glance, and predicts fortune and evil with one word.

later……

People: “Have you heard that there is a magician in Tianqiao?”

Classmate: “Who said that, our school is really good at it.”

Rich circle: “You are talking nonsense, the real magician is here.”

God of Medicine: “Hold on to dissatisfaction, Mrs. Lu is the most powerful.”

A certain woman smiled faintly: “Low-key, low-key, don’t fight, don’t grab, it’s all me.”

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Ban Yu-won can understand all the languages in existence. He was able to translate every language, modify it.

As a child, when Ban Yu-won first learned about the existence of the fictional building called the Tower of Babel in the Bible, his respectable grandfather told him it was their ancestors who built it.

“The Tower of Babel was completed without collapse, and people have the wrong idea.”

One day, out of the blue, the Union Academy practical exam began. Finding traces of his ancestors at the academy, Ban Yu-won decides to enroll in the academy full of monsters.

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.