MTL - There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s - Chapter 1128 See through but don’t tell the truth

Chapter update schedule has been updated: 1 chapter per week released on Mondays.***At the dawn of the universe, the most powerful demons and Gods competed in a legendary battle of strength by churning the universal sea. Out from it came many treasures, the most powerful of which was the God Grimoire.After finding its way through various hosts, it fell into the mortal realm.…Tear Shosha’s life was despondent and worthless for as long as he could remember. He was a middle aged gas station worker who was easy to walk over. He didn’t know who his parents were, and his memories of the distant past had been erased. The only slightly pleasant thing he could remember was the fact that he loved the display of magic. And so, he risked it all at a magic show by performing a trick out of his grandpa’s magic trick book… and found himself in a new world filled with unique landscapes, unthinkable creatures, and some of the strongest beings in the universe.With the help of his new God Grimoire, which traveled with him through his soul, Tear—>Tyr will unlock his memories of past and the catastrophe which fell upon his family, forge himself from a weak and timid man to a ruthless and cunning, genius ruler, and climb atop all pinnacles, trampling his way to the throne of Heaven. “An immortal God? I see… so I have another stone to step on!”———————————————-—Main character:- Not a lone wolf edgelord.- Not a hero of justice. He’s reasonable.- Not OP from the start.- Not a cunning ruthless genius from the start.- Has quick, solid character development in the first arc.- Trust him.World:- Super vast cultures.- Unique power system.- Dangerous, ruthless place.- Several planets + Hell and Heaven realms later on.Characters:- Each one has a distinct backstory.- They aren’t boring as hell.Story:- Well planned and gets deep and hype.- Foreshadowing from chapter 1.- NO HAREM.- Potential Romance in later chaps.There will be a bunch of things I probably didn’t add so if you have any questions, ask them by replying to my review. Have a good read!

This is the story of Ryo, who was reincarnated in the world of swords and magic.It is a story of the royal road to survive using the magic of water attribute.What is magic? What is swordsmanship?How does it relate to the laws of physics that we know?Or what is politics? What is a nation?Why are there many 『kingdoms』 in reincarnation stories? Will republics not work?Can it be written …?Since it is a water-based magician, so it shall start with 『Hydrogen bond』!

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”