I Am The Landlord In Another World - Chapter 574

Mikail Fremawan, someone who has always been followed by bad luck since he was a child, and the peak was when both of his parents died simultaneously before his own eyes.But the sudden appearance of the System changes everything, from wealth, power, glory, and... revenge; Mikail begins his steps to achieve all of that one by one.Witness his story of turning his misfortune into incredible good fortune.Mikail: There might be something wrong with my System, Isn't it?

Ayaan is a young resident aspiring to be a surgeon, the final stage of a full on graduated plague doctor. However, in her attempt to redeem herself after a sudden discontinuation, she finds herself unravelling mysteries about her institution that are rather gut wrenching. Stick around and watch her persevere in a world full of monsters; creatures and humans alike.

Seth Evergreen was the greatest scientist of his time. With his insatiable hunger for knowledge and groundbreaking discoveries, he had made Earth reach new heights of prosperity and scientific advancements.

But everything changed when he stumbled upon the life equation, cracking it and discovering the fabled 'healing factor.'

Seth believed he had found the key to eternal youth and announced his discovery to the world in the form of a new drug. But then the mutations began. The human body, it seemed, was not meant to be perfect.

The drug's effects began to spiral out of control, creating monsters out of those who had taken it. After spending 7 years trying to remedy his mistake, he finally gave up and pulled the trigger.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a world unlike anything he had ever seen before. The world of Gilea, where magic and mana exist, and the strong prey on the weak.

Determined to complete what he had failed to do in his last life, Seth, now known as Silas Skylark, sets out to become the strongest mage, to take Gilea out of the dark ages and into an age of prosperity and change.

Unbeknownst to him, the life equation branded itself into his soul, morphing his body and mind into a being with only one goal...

To evolve!

But as the shadow of his past looms over him and powerful forces seek to control him, Silas must overcome weaknesses and reach new heights.

Will he succeed in his quest to bring prosperity and change to this world, or will his past sins come back to haunt him once again?

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