MTL - Marvel: Start with God of Destruction - Chapter 211

With an F-rank Trait, deemed the worst of the worst, 5-year old Shin Yu-sung is abandoned by the Shin-oh family, which is famous for raising hunters.The same year, he meets one of the strongest hunters, the Fist King, at the orphanage and is adopted by him.The Fist King became the strongest not through his Trait or special abilities — but by training his body.He takes note of Shin Yu-sung’s physique instead of his Trait—Nine blocked yin pathways.“Your blocked pathways cause your body’s mana to overflow, giving you an exceptional mind and god-like looks! But you also pass away before coming of age…”An abundance of bodily yang.“Your body is overflowing with the energy that can cure your nine blocked yin pathways!”

Tóng Yáo woke up and found herself in an unfortunate situation.

Not only did she transmigrate into a fantasy-romance novel that had been dropped by the author, she transmigrated into cannon fodder that was fighting against the protagonist for a man!

In order to keep living, Tóng Yáo immediately reached forward to grab the protagonist’s thigh.

“Mistress, I was wrong!”

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What is it like to be a prison guard in another world? Thieves, pirates, assassins, con artists, terrorists… Werewolves, vampires, witches, necromancers, succubi…This is the Iron Rose Prison, where the most dangerous witches in the world are gathered.“I will make this the best model prison in the world!”said a prison guard who had been transported to another world.“Warden, someone has escaped again!”“Bring them back and put them in solitary confinement.”Today, is also a peaceful day on the Rose Prison.Warden: “I’m just trying to run my prison properly, how did I become a big shot in this world?”

Is there anything as true happiness?Even a mute girl like me wonder.Once lost in my world of oblivion but now in light of the dirty secrets that played behind me.Murder like common theft and even crime, like the play of little children.who would lead the dynasty? I wonderlies after lies, hypocrisy stench like the smell of laundry making me pounder.It is no longer a mere selection but now the survival of the fittest.I have to become the heiress which I've been named either by hook or by crook, even if it means relaying on the influence of the man I've been sold toit's now time I cause havoc and disrupt the peace of many, causes the downfall of many, and place many on their toes as they try to discover who the orchestrator isBut who would ever suspect a mute?