MTL - I Don’t Want To Fight Anymore After Wearing An Outer Room - Chapter 448 nothing more than three

Wake up to Marvel and become a latitude demon between existence and non-existence. In order to disrupt the real dimension, the nihilistic demon summoned players from the unknown dimension!

In New York City, [Black Hand Wallon] re-enacts the shocking heist, this time targeting the playboys of Stark Industries!

Hell’s Kitchen has opened a new home [Xinhei Dingjiu], and at the same time [Dark Cooking World] is trying to control the world with taste!

Jinbian ushered in a new enemy, and the Italian “evil” party named [New Pengliel Family] is expanding step by step!

[Miko Kikyo] living on the street met the fearless people of Hell’s Kitchen. While investigating the lost shadow case, what kind of sparks could they create!

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Hm... Fantasy battle, smart MC, smart heroins, supper plot twist...etc... are all things that... this novel doesn't have.

This place only has... Stupid MC, Normal heroins, normal plot, slice of life and... some sh*t thing.

I just want to write what I want no matter how bad it is. ( ' 3')

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After going bankrupt, with nothing left in his hands, Lathel died at the age of 50. After his death, a god offered him a chance to go to another world and help the male protagonists.

His mission was to solve the problems surrounding the heroines so that the male protagonists could easily get along with them.

To be more precise, his job was similar to that of a chef. He would Process the ingredients and cook a sumptuous feast, while the male protagonists just needed to sit at the table and enjoy it.

After completing his mission, he was threatened by a stranger. In the face of this threat Lathel just smiled and decided to commit suicide.

After he died, those heroines also dropped their facade and revealed their true nature.

Lathel once again met the god who helped him. This time, the god allowed him to choose the world he wanted to go to as a gift for completing his task.

He then chose a Fantasy world, a place most men dreamt of.

However, the Fantasy world had too many people to choose from, moreover the number of main character and antagonist slots were all full.

In the end, Lathel accepted to take on the role of an extremely weak supporting character to go to the Fantasy world.

However, this time he didn't need to work or help the main character. He just needed to not affect the main character's development.

Lathel: “Hm... as long as it doesn't affect the main character... then... Can I make a harem?”

God: “Of course.”

Lathel: “Hm... so... I just need to avoid the main character's woman.”

God: “That's right. You just need to try to survive in that world. Ah! I will give you a system that will help you have a good life in that world. I Hope you enjoy this new life.”

Lathel: “Um! So my harem will consist of lackluster women, it seems like a peaceful life is waiting for me.”

God: “Hm... not really...”

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Lu Xiao had followed his master for eighteen years, excelling in both medicine and martial arts.After five years of military service, he returned to the city to search for his origins.Faced with flashes of knives and shadows of swords, he was decisive in killing, dominating everyone.When it came to the matters of the heart, he said, “Still… the Young Miss is the best.”

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”