MTL - Sir, Madam Went Back To Her Maternal Home Again - Chapter 17 rain curtain

Before death Qin Tailong left two magic tools to his son, Qin Dong. In his father’s last words, Qin Dong realized his father had been murdered by Lord Wanpeng, who coveted one of the family magic tools—mystic chaos ring. Bearing the hatred in mind, Qin Dong swore to revenge against his foe. He escaped to the mortal realm temporarily, continued to strengthen his cultivation base and studied the secret hidden in the seals of the ring. While reveling the secret, he found five ladies were the key to the release the seals. Their romantic relationship with Qin Dong was established the moment he was born.

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Ever met someone who started cultivating from his mother’s womb?

The rule had always been this way: the strong over the weak, the rich over the poor. Mark knew this, he'd even experienced it.After his boss fired him for discovering the affair with his girlfriend (who also worked at their small gaming company), Mark vowed never to be humiliated like that again. He wanted to rise above everyone, to become the world's top player, the one who made the rules and decided everyone's fate. But that was wishful thinking. He was just a heavyset, nerdy guy with some programming skills and a large appetite. What else did he have going for him?Hit hard by this reality, jobless and dumped, Mark withdrew into gaming, which also became his source of income. One day, after leaving a bad review for a game he played and streamed, he received a strange reply from the game's creator. Suddenly, Mark found himself transported to Aetherium, the world of that same game, as Magnus Lancaster, the young lord of a crumbling territory.Now, with this new beginning, he vowed never to be weak again, never to leave his fate in someone else's hands.

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...