MTL - The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 107

Crown Reylin loved three things; flames, fireworks, and bombs. He didn't spare any of these against those who insulted him due to his family. No, Crown Reylin wasn't born in a poor family. He was born into an outstanding family with every descendant prevailing in their industry! But as the first immersive game appeared on the market, Crown Reylin stepped in... to enjoy more of his hobby!

Flames, fireworks, and bombs! Empresses, the kings and their princesses, and many more people will feel them!

It was Reylin's time!

She was a peerless genius in the way of medicine, holding the Medicine King Cauldron in her hand.

Once she transmigrated, she became a lowly little medicine slave in dispensary.

Physicians made her life difficult, princesses humiliated her, even her fiancé came knocking on her door to break off the engagement?

What was that?!

However, she had the cauldron in her hand; the top-notch medicinal herb was in her hands. She stole rare and precious herbs, punished the slanderous, plotted against the petty, treated the Emperor’s sickness, and saved the Crown Prince.

Then, the imperial edict turned the medicine slave to a concubine and received endless doting. It was unbreakable. Wait… didn’t Prince Jun, who wielded great power in the imperial court, say she was a a detestable individual?

As the saying goes, the concubine was good in the way of medicine.

However…

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She, a renowned assassin of the 21st century, actually crossed over to become Su Manor’s most useless good-for-nothing Fourth Miss.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“What? What are you talking about?”This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]The boy’s face hardened.Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.“Um, are you really Mashin?”The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.