MTL - From the Head Pillar Tanjiro, Take Stock of the Wonderful Nicknames of Zongman - Chapter 408

The story of a trash prince who was banished from the palace at the age of 15 and died at the age of 31. He repeats his life exactly where he was banished and is killed again at the age of 31. Ultimately, his total number of repeats reaches nine times. He has tried various things, from being a merchant and an S-rank adventurer to helping reform his kingdom.Ironically, he is always killed by the same imperial queen all nine times at the age of 31, either directly or indirectly. In his tenth life, he intends to go directly to the queen, who was still studying at the academy as an imperial princess, not to kill her, but rather to help her and prevent a tragedy that would ultimately make her the cruelest queen.But when he enters the academy, he discovers new things he never knew in his nine lives, completely throwing his plans into disarray. Furthermore, the queen, nicknamed the “Cold Queen,” holds more or less the same secret as himself. How will the trash prince fare in his tenth life with the Ice Queen who always kills him?

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

Nine harmonic zither chords shook the universe, who dared to not acknowledge the lord?

No one knows when the first Clough door appeared. All people know is that a new era began when it was pushed open.Fortresses, sublimators, pillars of star essence, three-dimensional armaments, infinite energy, who can escape the sweeping tide of the times?In the abyss, the reverse realm, the skins, the alien gods, the mad king, the rulers, and the dark creatures, all howl in madness!Inside the black mist, the demons and ghosts crawl forward as a cross-dimensional migration silently brews.