MTL - So Fragrant [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 121

I found myself drifting into an Eastern-style romance fantasy novel that I didn’t even finish reading.And to make things worse, I became the younger brother of the female protagonist who didn’t even exist in the original story.My motto in life is to work as little as possible while earning as much as I can.Seol Tae Pyeong, a third-rate warrior, whose sole goal is just to live comfortably.But from a certain day onward,I monopolized the love of the Princess Consort of Cheongdo Palace.“Let’s survive.”Nothing is too much.When it comes to survival.

I’ve become a rogue lord in another world! This is the story of a game I was playing! The story of the protagonist, who has become a rogue lord who dies after two days, successfully uses the game’s history and system to escape his impending doom and become the strongest.

Ash Flameheart, a young boy who aspired to be a Greatest Beastmaster Of All Time, was on the verge of death. Betrayed by the Hero’s party, they left him to die in the hands of the Demon King’s army.As his llife gently ebb away after he muttered his last word to the world.“Ahh, I wish I could fly, free as a bird, soaring through the skies and beyond.”After his untimely demise, his soul transmigrated into another world. The Immortal Beast Realm!An eternity later, Ash opened his eyes and found himself encased in a dark space.Beep![Beast Master System has been installed into a new host][Calibrating the Host…][Name: Ash Flameheart][Species: Heavenly Phoenix][Growth Stage: Hatchling Phoenix][Cultivation Arts: Heavenly Beast Taming Art | Feather Swords Gather Array (Not Not Yet Learned) | Eternal Blood Flames(Not Yet Learned) | Ten Thousands Faces Mantra(Not Yet Learned)]Survival of the fittest!Tame or be tamed. Kill or be Killed!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.