MTL - Long Wind Crossing - Chapter 115

He remembers nothing. But the world remembers him.In a land ruled by dying kings and false gods, a nameless high elf awakens — alone, hunted, and forgotten by history.He does not seek war.But war finds him.As monsters kneel, vampires swear loyalty, and ancient warriors rise from exile, the world begins to change. Whispers of prophecy stir. The gods grow silent.And above it all... the sky watches.Strategic. Dark. Mythic.This is not a tale of chosen heroes.This is the rise of something older.A 1,000+ chapter epic of forgotten divinity, shattered kingdoms, and the birth of a new world.Why Read?Slow-burn, high-stakes progression.Rich worldbuilding & political warfare.Followers you’ll fear and love.For fans of Overlord, Re:Zero, and Attack on Titan.

'Welcome to the New Era'

Waking up in an unfamiliar world, Zhao Luo realized the changes in his body.

In this distorted world, the lands that Zhao Luo once knew of, have changed into mountain ranges and every range has a Sect while the sect leader has all the power and control over the surrounding mountains.

Zhao Luo's simple life as a traveler had already ended the moment he was trapped in a sleeping capsule.

Now his goal is to become the strongest and reign supreme in this new world to achieve his ultimate goal of becoming a God.

• Zhao Luo's potential attracts the attention of a mysterious old man.
"Master, you are an Emperor, Emperor of Gods?"

Becoming the Disciple of this old man turned out to be a blessing for him.

• Receiving his master's most treasured books lets him meet even more incredible personalities.

"What? The egos of the Ancient Emperas are overseeing my growth?"

• Continuing on the path to rise to the top in the Xin Sect, Zhao Luo finds a Fist Technique.

"Oh, he trained for 78 years to master this? But It only took me 4 days ^.^"

Zhao Luo's journey will bring him to the top as he crushes down his enemies, and make friends with unusual characters, each with a background of his own.

"She is mine."
Going against one of the three Royal families, just for the sake of his beloved, this journey is filled with everything you need.

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.