MTL - Lord Highlander - Chapter 1472 1459. The War of the Abominations

“Epoch” is a world where steam, magic, machinery, alchemy, and extraordinary power coexist.

When Luke, who had traveled over, covered his head and was pointed at his head by an imperial agent with a gun, he decided to tell a lie.

So he became the detective of the Secret Affairs Bureau of the Cape District of the Golden Shield Empire.

Luke, who is familiar with the plot, just wants to save his life in this chaotic world, and get some money and materials to use secret words to enhance his strength.

He robbed, kidnapped, blackmailed, and committed crimes with a plot strategy, but he never thought that he robbed an imperial gold ship, and how did he solve the largest smuggling case in the history of the empire?

As a “fake” detective, holding a promotion order, Luke felt very embarrassed…

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What if the strongest person reincarnated to another world.

Will he keep pursuing his dream to have a peaceful life?

“Ding.. The Idle system is fully integrated.”

“Wait… Why am I keep getting stronger?!!”

Or will he conquer this new world?

Seek and stay tune Angus's adventure in another world.

Hao Ren (literally means “good man”), as his Chinese name suggested, is a good man, and his ideal was to live a restful, comfortable life as a landlord. At least that was his plan before a couple of abnormal creatures rented his house.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”