MTL - Quanmin Island: My island is alive! - Chapter 62 cerebellum hypoplasia elf wendini

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

A young man finally managed to become an immortal, a powerful cultivator able to lord over millions of souls. He took advantage of his tremendous luck and fortune to become the youngest immortal in history. He now wants to create his own sect and enjoy life, one filled with female disciples!

“You’re pregnant, young master.”Valentin Wiche, the beloved only son of the Viscount Wiche family. One day, he realizes that he has been reincarnated as the villainous supporting character in a novel he read in his previous life. To avoid his miserable fate, Valentin seduces an alpha at a ball.“Your scent is truly dizzying…”Did that alpha enjoy their night together that much? He starts showing tremendous obsession.‘Where did this come from?’‘I must have this.’He only did it to avoid the terrible ending of the original story, but the result is pregnancy? Moreover, the identity of the child’s father was someone even more incredible than he thought – Reynard Dennox, the only heir to the notorious Dennox ducal family and a naval hero of the Heston Empire.On top of that, true to his reputation as a klutz, Valentin’s pregnancy is immediately discovered….“Why the sudden ring…?”“What do you mean why? We even have a child on the way, so we need to get married quickly.”

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.