MTL - Magic Industry Empire (Magic Industrial Empire) - v8 Chapter 62 True attitude

After being betrayed by her fiancé and her cousin sister, she accidentally rescued an elegant but indifferent young master. Never did she expect to marry him and surprised many!

What would you do if the gods abandoned your planet? Demons, monsters, and other supernatural forces have taken over the world.In this case, humans have become a source of nourishment for these supernatural beings. In such a world, the only way to survive is to receive God's blessings.Sam is an ordinary human on this planet who has not received any blessings. However, something unexpected happens: he gains memories from a parallel universe.These memories reveal to him that his life is part of a story. What will he do now? Without a blessing, it is nearly impossible for him to survive in this dangerous environment.Fortunately, Gods haven't completely abandoned him. Will he find a way to survive in this dangerous world and create his own story, or will he remain just an extra character in someone else's tale?

Emperor Ian Veroshion, the first noble mage, was betrayed and executed. Cursed to never be reborn, he awakens a century later as the illegitimate son of a disgraced ducal line, destined to be a hostage in a barbaric land. Stripped of his magic and his throne, he must navigate a world vastly different from the one he ruled, facing political machinations and a resurgent monster threat. But the embers of his past life still burn, and Ian will not surrender his legacy. He will reclaim his name, his magic, and perhaps, even his empire.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…