MTL - The General’s Little Peasant Wife - Chapter 2019 He is not a daughter slave, he is a wife and slave

I was playing a boring game where you don’t level up no matter what you do, there’s no event happening and it was even FREE on *** store. I had an argument on relationship stuff, was angry and decided to destroy the village in a game, then a notification pop-up…

-Your karma has increased by 10.

-You are now at level 2.

Graphics of the game changed. Acquired magic. Saved a village girl that was chased by bandits. Gained a cultist.

It seems the events are starting to take place. Lets see what happens…

Read the Tags----A guy dies and is asked by the trouble maker ROB to choose one orb that will decide his fate, the guy in spite to the ROB takes two orbs, and after a series of cause effects he gets reincarnated into a solo leveling alternative reality three years before Sung Drip Woo gets his system.Oh yeah, Adam has a better version of the Nano Machines.What will he do? well, come to read!----This is a rewrite of the original story, i decided to do it after revising the chapters and reading the comments of the readers.This made me understand my mistakes and how i should have written this story.How i should have used the nano machines as well how Adam should have behaved with his decisions.So i decided to make a What If that is praticaly i trial to see if i understood the feedbacks and managed to raise the quality of the novel.The first 4 chapters are identical from the original and it's from the 5th chapter where Adam takes the money for reporting the portal that things change.But i suggest you all to reread the first 4 since you don't lose anything.This time i will take a different way.I owe you all this as an apology and a promise to write a good work.Thank you for your patience.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…

The world is in an age of change between the old and the new society, and the collision of politics, economy, thought and culture is becoming more and more violent.

Moster Verak, a photographer from the slums of Zward City, was reborn two months ago, starting from impersonating the son of a consortium again, stirring everything and subverting the world in the turmoil of rapid industrial development and wild expansion of ambition.

[Overhead world, please do not compare reality]

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