MTL - Galactic Garbage Station - Chapter 1097 Sudden situation

‘Lil Schweiz’, a famous pirate in the southern seas.

While on a smooth voyage, shocking news fell upon her.

“The Admiral is coming.”

Despite the hot weather, chills ran down her spine. Lil took her eyes off her hands and looked up at Alain, the boatswain.

Not that she didn’t hear him, but she wanted to check again.

“Who?”

“The Admiral of the Peninsula! That madman! Admiral Retiro!”

That infamous admiral, known for skinning the heads of pirates he captured and throwing their limbs as food for the cannibal fish, the one with an eccentric and bizarre reputation will come to the South.

“It will be for the best to not cross his path. We should get out of here before he arrives!”

But there’s one thing that Lil doesn’t know…

[I, Lil, are notifying you, Ed, that you’ve been punished respectfully according to the Sesbron etiquette.] …It’s a setup!

“I’m glad I have a role in this interesting play.”

He briefly looked up at the sunlight passing through the huge veil. The sky above his head soon became covered in several ivory lights.

“It’s a good one, it’s going to be a lot of fun.”

A marine romance fantasy between a pirate captain and the admiral!

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‘Forbidden romance on the high seas!

It was all smooth sailing for Lil Schweiz, a famous pirate captain, until some shocking news almost threw her overboard. The notorious Admiral Retiro, known for scalping and feeding his pirate captives to flesh-eating fish, is on his way… And he’s coming for one thing only.’

For a million worth of contract, she became a surrogate mother.

He was the chief executive of the Empire and she was of lowly birth. With her adoptive father’s business falling into crisis, she agrees to his contract.

She gave birth to twins: the older brother is healthy, while the younger brother didn’t breathe out. Fulfilling the contract with a huge monetary sum as the reward, she disappeared from his eyes.

Six years later – he was still the cold high-profile president, but when she is accidentally imprisoned in the cage of his golden birds he pressured her harder and harder: “Woman, do not think you can escape my hands!”

The old-fashioned man: “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone, this is the child’s mother!” The man becomes frightened, questioning the reason this child’s features bears such resemblance to…

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“Your stats are lower than that of your average person.”

The weakest by a mile among the otherworldlers of class 1-A, Takatsuki Makoto.

The Heroes and Sages who had cheat skills in his class had went off, and the base set lifespan is 10 years?

The Great Demon Lord is going to revive soon?

I am a Mage Apprentice?

Isn’t the balance way too bad? This damn Isekai is a tr*sh game!

“Want to be my believer?”, the Goddess that told me this has zero believers!

Aah, this is bad…I don’t think I can clear this. The Goddess with zero believers is an incredible beauty, and she is telling me she is imprisoned somewhere and is waiting to be saved. My last and hardest mission is to save the Goddess.

Clearing this Isekai that only has adversities, the story of the weakest mage.

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.”