MTL - Young Man, You Are Too Young, Too Simple - Chapter 35

[ You have prepared a Mythical-class Ember-fang meal. All party members receive +40% Fire Resistance and +25% Attack! ]Ezra was a NEET for four years before he finally got off his ass and booked a flight to do something with his life. That dream died when the plane crashed. Before he knew it, he was reborn into a strange new land.Stranger yet, he was a... frontier chef? In a world full of monsters the size of buildings?!Fortunately, his cooking skills were a lot more useful than they sounded. His knife skills could carve through monster hide, while his newfound fire magic burned stronger as he leveled up.Not to mention, the meals he cooked gave out insane buffs and passives! Maybe this class wasn't as bad as he thought.With a class like this, he was sure he could make it to the very top of the food chain!But of course the food chain had teeth of its own.Turns out, factions wanted his cooking for their wars, monster lords saw him as property, and more than a few dangerous women wanted him for reasons that had nothing to do with his food.The deeper he pushed into the frontier, the more he realized this world's ecosystem was bigger, older, and hungrier than anything he was ready for.Worse yet, what kind of chef is expected to go on Mythical-class monster hunts!?

«Bleh.» — Imp. An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that’s what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however.

Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence.

It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

In a world of Monsters and Mythical Creatures, he was reborn.

Not as a Human, but as a Monster.

'So you're telling me I can't leave this place?'

[You must first clear the Dungeon's Ten Floors.]

'Only then, will I be able to check out this new world?'

[You must build your strength.]

'By using my “Devourer” and “Evolving Monster” Unique Titles, huh?'

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