MTL - My Wife, King Arthur - Chapter 654 The curtain slowly opened

Coming out of the Ideal Human Project, Mizuhara Ayato was referred to as the 'perfect human'. However, life was not so simple for this unfortunate boy. Stuck between other genius students and a meritocratic high school, Mizuhara would find himself unable to live a calm life.

Who really is Mizuhara Ayato?

Apathetic, listless and uncaring, will anyone ever make Mizuhara feel something? Even in the harsh conditions of the Tachibana System, he shows no signs of struggle.

Is he the ultimate proof that nurture is stronger than nature?

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Sara Fujiharu, the cutest girl in the school, is also known as the 'Seatmate Bully'. Every few weeks, the class seating changes and every time, Fujiharu-san gets a new target. What's her goal? To make the boy sitting next to her fall in love, and once she does, she destroys their heart, crushing their love.

Why does she do this? I still don't know.

It's March 23rd, the day of the seating change. So far, ten boys have fallen for her traps, her playful attitude, and her innocent face. Not a single boy so far has managed to brush off her attacks-and every single time; their weak hearts have been crushed.

Now it's my turn.

However, my heart is not so easily played with.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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Lu Yu came to a strange beast-monitoring world where evil gods peeped in and ancient taboos revived from the depths of time.

In this world, birds, beasts, mountains, rivers, and even elements can be born and turned into pet beasts spiritually. Among them, the powerful ones themselves are ecological niches, radiating out ecological secrets such as the secret realm of the underworld, the kingdom of bones, the lair of succubi, and the kingdom of heavenly trees, giving birth to countless Dependents.

The beast master makes a contract with the beast, cultivates it, and controls the spirituality.

After witnessing the [Forbidden Sun] incident, Lu Yu gained the ability to extract materials from all things in the world and edit [Secret Food].

Evolve the secret food, with [Broken Twilight World] + [Ancient Dragon Dead Egg] = Final Banquet, after the royal beast eats it, it evolves into the Final Dragon God, the twilight realm erodes the world, and becomes the God of Doomsday.

The skill secret food is the skill of controlling beasts to plunder all things, to become omniscient and omnipotent, to sacrifice secret food to intercept taboo time, to sacrifice ancient existence, and to blaspheme the gods.

And his style of painting the beast has also become weird.

There is the dream of weaving all living beings, the spider shadow that entwines the ancient dragon with spider silk, and the Crimson Lord that pollutes the multiverse, and there is the Devourer of Worlds that feeds on the world…

In this regard, he explained: “My beast masters are just a little weird, they are really not evil gods!”

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Polygamy is abolished.

We don’t have to force ourselves to live together anymore…