MTL - Marvel: Anime Extraction - Chapter 317 Aether and Reality Gems

One night of spring breeze, stirring the white window screen fluttering in the air.Only a nightstand lamp is on in the room.The light is a soft, dim yellow.......

I, Kang Woojin, was quitting my design work and became a jobless person. The next day, my friend took me to auditions and I was forced to perform.

As i was given a script, the void space appeared in my mind and forced me to relive the character.

I got stabbed. Became a serial killer. Became an Exorcist.

As I become an actor, the misunderstandings keeps growing day by day.

Not even a year into their marriage, Ian Kane, who had passionately pursued her for six years and loved her dearly, found a new love outside.At the heart-wrenching moment, Vera Sheridan finally saw clearly: this marriage was nothing more than a cage meticulously designed by him.In the name of love, he acted to imprison, solely to break her wings, claim her as his own, and see her as a personal possession.Vera Sheridan was heartbroken.With a divorce lawsuit, she took Ian Kane to court.The man knelt before her, eyes full of deep affection, “Honey, the one outside is just a fling, I've always loved you. Stop making trouble, let's go home.”Vera Sheridan refused to settle.Ian Kane, with eyes red from anger, held his new love and sneered at her, “Vera Sheridan, you are cold and dull, not to mention a cripple, yet I never despised you. Be good and come home, you are still Mrs. Kane!”Vera Sheridan, disheartened, insisted on divorce.When they met again, Ian Kane almost didn't recognize Vera Sheridan.Under the spotlight, she danced gracefully, enchanting and dazzling, just like when they first met.He followed her backstage, heart pounding, only to see her warmly embracing Noah Grant, the prominent legal figure in The Capital Circle.Ian Kane's heart ached as if cut by a knife, and his eyes immediately turned red with regret...[Frenzied ex-husband chasing wife drama + Legal bigwig from The Capital Circle rising to power]

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”