MTL - The Target Always Thinks That I Like Him! - Chapter 17 Male with cannon fodder predecessor 17

One day when I was working as a low-ranking civil servant in a hopeless imperial palace department, I realized that I had reincarnated in a novel.“Oh my god, the villain is about to start a war, right? If a war breaks out, people like me will be the first to die!”An imminent war as per the original setting.If I want to live, I must first save the crown prince!To save the crown prince who dies first in the original story, I leaked the original’s information to catch the villains.Suddenly, I became the youngest minister.I didn’t really mean to get ahead, but there’s nothing wrong with that!Let’s just catch the villain.* * *It’s a lot of fun to ab*se the villains, and the taste of power is also very sweet.However…“His Highness the Crown Prince has a great sense of responsibility, but since he has nowhere to focus, he may want to run away sometimes.”The strange new intern is talking nonsense.No, how did I save the prince!“What? Run awaaaay?”With a glint in my eyes, I said grimly.“If His Highness runs away… I will personally chase him to the end of the continent. I will somehow drag him by the collar, stick tight next to him, and keep an eye on him.”Hmm?But intern, why are you shaking? Why are your ears red?

I fell into a wannabe murim.But apparently martial arts is supposed to be difficult?Hm… Is it really that bad?

As a transmigrator turned extraordinary creature of the human race, he found the world to be more colorful than he had imagined.To more easily access everything this new realm had to offer, he first needed a special resume. Then, he had to find the right place in a city perennially shrouded in fog to fill out an application, and the last and most critical step...— was to kill a chicken or catch a mouse.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.