MTL - Rebirth in a Perfect Era - Chapter 1809 Enchanting the world

【Sweetness & Bittersweetness + Mutual Redemption + Love Over Time】Xia Zhi got married to He Jinnan, with whom she had a one-night stand. He Jinnan is handsome, good-natured, gentle, and considerate towards her. He takes care of her, transfers money when she's out, and helps her deal with mean people. In every matter, he strives for perfection. Xia Zhi is deeply immersed in his love and believes she will grow old with him. Until one day, she sees the woman standing behind him, the woman that bewitches him, and she realizes that everything has been an illusion. She hands him the divorce agreement: “Let's part ways and wish each other well.” He embraces her and says, “Wife, you've stolen my heart; how can I be well?”

800 years ago, 3000 dimensional gates opened across the entire world. In that moment, it was as if 3000 different colored eyes opened across the world as hordes of monsters swarmed out of these gates like tears.

Some could destroy city walls with one strike; They had bodies the size of a giant and fed on humans

Some latched onto humans, absorbing their bodies’ nutrients and enslaving humans

Some infiltrated the humans’ cities, disguising themselves as normal human beings while feeding upon human blood to sustain themselves.

In a night, the Human race fell to the bottom of the food chain.

The world had turned into a paradise for monsters…

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Before going to college, an ordinary high school student went to celebrate and got drunk. When he woke up, he found himself in a completely different world. There was a big sect, the approaching sect entrance examination, a slum where his body’s previous owner lived, and a shared memory about a missing young girl.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”