MTL - My Chief Husband, Too Mensao! - Chapter 89 Who was the scum of your sleep that night [1]

(Vol. 1 completed. Vol. 2 in continuation...)Short Synopsis: A politician from Earth gets transmigrated into a semi-familiar cultivation world, where typical Xianxia protagonists are cooking trouble in every corner of the street!Guided by a unique system, he begins to amass a legion of such children of destiny, manipulating each of them into becoming his fan and a partner-in-crime.What to expect:1. Extremely overpowered enemies who actually have a brain.2. Side Characters who make impact on the story3. MC schemes more than he fights, and he ALWAYS fights dirty.4. There are tons of scheming by side characters that even the MC can't easily deconstruct.5. MC's cultivation method is fucked up beyond anything you've read on Webnovel. It grows wilder with each arc. So don't expect typical power-ups and revenge subplots.6. Dry, lowbrow comedy is common across all of my writings. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I can't help it.Additional Tags: Time Travellers, Transmigrators, Reincarnators, Regressors, Machiavellian Characters, Ruthless Scheming, Villainous MC, Multiple Timelines, Paradoxes, Extensive Worldbuilding, System, Survival, Yanderes, Overpowered Female Leads, Enemies To Lovers, Villainesses, No NTR or Yuri, Mysterious Past, Bloodlines, Multiple Power Systems, Politics, Older Love Interests, Master-Disciple Relationship, Wholesome Relationships, Kingdom Building.

Boxing is power!Making a fist means holding power!A powerful punch is power!Nott Rod, who traveled through the Great Pirate Era, deeply agrees with this.Facing the endless monsters on this sea, only his fists can bring him a sense of security.Fortunately, he has two golden fingers after traveling through time:1. [Knights do not die with bare hands]2. [What doesn’t kill me will make me stronger]With two golden fingers in hand, he decided to achieve the greatest power with the biggest fist!Fists rule the world!Power rules the world!

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

The constant mission is getting redemption.

Shuttle though various worlds to become a variety of scum men, do a little whitewashing and become a good man in the eyes of everyone.

Redeem those who are miserable, and let them live a happy life.

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