MTL - Strange Worlds: The Sequence - Chapter 64 Once the spring is full, the beauty is old

Sophie Wilson's rebirth brings a clear goal—to win over this 'good cabbage' Charles Seymour.After making her move, she discovers that his methods are a hundred times more sophisticated than hers, and he dotes on her with wild abandon!“Young Master Seymour, what drives you to become a business magnate?” “Building a dowry for my wife.”“Young Master Seymour, it's said your culinary skills surpass even top chefs?” “My wife loves to eat.”“Young Master Seymour, why did you venture into the amusement park industry?” “My wife loves to play.”“Young Master Seymour, how did you develop the most comfortable mattress in the world?”Charles Seymour's gaze darkens: “My wife loves…”Sophie Wilson: “...”Check out my completed works 'The Evil Emperor's Pampering: The Waste Miss,' 'The Noble Lady of the Farming Gate: The Evil King, Let's Farm,' 'The Explosive Medical Princess: The Dark Phoenix King's Fierce Wife,' 'Beast King's Overbearing Love: The World-shocking Elementalist.'

This is the story where Urahara Kisuke died after Nel failed to save him inside Askin’s Gift Ball Delux and reincarnated in the world of DxD.

I am not sure if I can capture Urahara’s character properly so I apologize in advance if you are not satisfied.

Also, English is not my native language.

I don’t own any of the characters from the canon.

Yao Bianliang was an actress in her previous life, and once she entered the shuangwen story of the entertainment circle. The system said: “As long as the host works hard to become cold and become an 18th-line star that no one cares about, she can get a bonus of 100 billion.” Yao Bianliang sat up in shock while saying: “Is there such a good thing?”

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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!”