MTL - My Underachieving Seatmate Doesn’t Need Any Comforting - Chapter 10

As a great swordsman who had reached the top level of 999, Lin Feng was hailed as the best swordsman cultivator that the World of the Nine Continents had seen in a thousand years. His sword techniques were exceptional and exquisite.

However, just as he was about to able to enjoy a leisure life, he welcomed another transmigration.

This time, he had transmigrated into a female-dominated world. Women were responsible for providing for the family while men just had to look pretty.

On his first day of school, Lin Feng received confessions from two rich, beautiful, and wealthy girls. The first even promised him a comfortable life as long as he obeys her.

A max-level swordsman in his previous life, Lin Feng would never allow himself to depend on a girl. Thus, he set out on his cultivation journey once again. He would forge a world for men in this matriarchal society.

[1v1+high sweetness+group favorite+wife chasing crematorium! 】

The old lady of the Xie family bought a little girl from outside, saying that she was going to be General Xie’s wife. General Xie who learned about this said: Even if I can’t stand up in this life, I will never marry such a scheming woman!

The little girl nodded with red eyes: I understand, General.

General Xie’s grandmother: He doesn’t think that he is unlucky. There are so many young talents in Yandu. I will look for Ah Fu later. His leg is broken, so he is not good enough for us Ah Fu.

General Xie’s younger brother: Then I have to marry Sister Ah Fu as my wife when I grow up~

General Xie’s sister: So my brother hurt his leg, I thought he hurt his eyes, why is he so blind!

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Later, when General Xie saw Jiang Fu smiling at others, he found it extremely dazzling.

He pushed him against the door, and said aggrievedly, “Ah Fu, don’t be afraid of me.”

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

She was forced by her husband and his mistress to jump into the sea and commit suicide, only to be rescued and taken care of by the jerk's uncle for seven years.