MTL - Bastard Male Wife - Chapter 82 Those things

As an honorable soldier of the Empire.

Holding this small long sword, laugh at every battle, chaos is shit.

【System release task】

Clearing up the greenskin stuff?

cut!

Destroying a Skaven den?

cut!

Eliminate the Beastmen War Gang?

Cut it and you’re done!

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Pointy-eared elf? pedantic!

Short-legged short stack? stubborn!

Bato Holy Grail Knight? Eat poop!

Kislev War Bear Cavalry? Eat the exhaust of my imperial half-griffin cavalry!

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The elements of this work [System] [Farming] [Western Fantasy] [Middle Ages Warhammer] [Trace Slaanesh] [Battle Development]….

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I wanted to rely on hard work and hard work to become stronger, but I found that lying down is more comfortable.

The point is, you can upgrade while lying down!

Why should I stand when I can lie down?

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The red meteor shower rained across the sky, a black fog engulfed the world.

After waking from a night of torture and agony,

Humans discovered they no longer dominated the world.

—The hunters have become the hunted.

After the apocalypse, I struggled for survival for ten bitter years, but ultimately couldn’t escape death.

But when I opened my eyes again, I had transformed from an ordinary 35-year old woman into a beautiful young man of 18.

A different gender, a world that is both familiar yet not, an apocalypse that has vanished without a trace, and an unexpected return of 17 years of youth.

Looking around, I discovered I had a powerful, protective big brother and a gentle, charming little sister.

Just as things couldn’t possibly look any brighter—

The end of the world came crashing down again.

And this time around, is it fight? Or flight?

I came home from college expecting to deal with my emotionally unavailable father, an empty fridge, and a summer full of boredom.What I didn’t expect was to walk into the kitchen and find a barefoot, stunning woman in my dad’s shirt stirring eggs like she owned the place.Spoiler: She does.Her name is Elena, and apparently, she’s my brand-new stepmother—seven years older than me, way too cheerful, and totally off-limits.But try telling that to my brain when she’s bending over to grab orange juice or accidentally falling on top of me in the laundry room. Try telling that to my heart when she’s laughing at my jokes, defending me at dinner, or wearing my hoodie because “it smells like comfort.”My dad doesn’t see her. Not really.But I do.And that’s the problem.Now I’m stuck in a house full of tension, sarcasm, and slow-burn chaos.She’s married to my father.I’m supposed to be focusing on my future.But somehow, I’m falling for the one woman I absolutely, definitely, 100% should not be falling for.Oops.