MTL - Longevity: Starting From the Luck Entry - Chapter 70 slap in the face

Story about human babies raised by monsters in a world of sword and magic.

Allen is an orphaned boy that had lived a rather pleasant life with his orc mother in the bowels of a deadly dungeon, until the day a band of humans ventured down to loot and pillage the home they had come to think of as safe.

They took everything that Allen had, and drove him further away from the humanity. In anger and anguish, Allen turned his back on the humans. He encapsulated himself in a deep-seated hatred of them, refusing to associate with them in any way—even going so far as to reject any attempt at kindness.

Allen begins his journey in a world of human with full of deceit, danger, envy, and politics.

“I'll take this child.” Sold to the Wudang Sect's outer martial arts training hall for three silver coins at a young age, Kwak Yeon dreams of mastering supreme martial arts. But can he overcome the needle-sized gateway barely permitted to trainee instructors and rise to become a disciple of the main sect? “A true gentleman cannot stand idle in the face of injustice!” Thus begins Kwak Yeon's unyielding journey through the martial world, following the ruthless principle of “Kill Buddha, Kill Ancestors”—destroying all obstacles in his path!

-Welcome back home~Shall we start with a bath today, or eat first?-Isn't there a third option?-Nope, so let's eat first. I made omelette rice today.-Speaking of omelette rice, there should be that 'maid magic', right?-I really can't handle you... moe moe kyuu~ make it taste good~ moe moe chu~-And what about a heart with the fingers?-I'll give you a head with my heart!The maid finally lost her patience and slammed the omelette rice onto Lin Shuang's head.Lin Shuang: That feels better.

The person who was locked away inside the thorn-covered tower was not a princess, but a witch who employed the powers of darkness.

A brave young hero came searching for the tower in order to kill the witch.

– Light would force the darkness to recede, and grant it eternal rest

The witch wished.

That things would end with, ‘and the hero lived happily ever after killing the witch,’ like in the fairy tales.

And so, she had devised everything to happen in accordance to her wishes.

But the boy, who had grown up in but no time at all, would make the unfamiliar face of man’s from time to time.

“You want me to kill you? ……Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

Reality was very different from the fairy tales.

“The people don’t know of the precious treasure locked away in the tower.

I won’t let anyone else have this god given treasure, this crown of god surrounded by thorns that no one else could recognize.”

The hero gave the witch a slow and deep kiss.

“I am the true victor, and no one else.”