MTL - Online Games: 10,000-fold Increase at the Beginning! - Chapter 244 Bronze Tree Headquarters

Raidorl Zain was born and raised as the second prince of the Kingdom of Zain.

Raidorl lived a peaciful life surrounded by his kind elder brother and loyal vassals, however his fate completely changed drastically during his coming-of-age ceremony when he was chosen to be the holder of “Dáinsleif “, the excalibur (sacred sword) of the royal house.

His brother the first prince started to hate him as an enemy that threatened his claim to the throne, his vassals and even his own fiancée abandoned him and he was banished to a town in develpment at the borders alone.

Since then, Raidorl has struggled to survive at the borders that were a monster’s domain, gaining the trust of those around him, he found a new happiness with his friends in that poor and harsh life.

However… his fate change once again when the neighboring Arsline Empire started to invade the Kingdom of Zain.

Forced by his brother to fight to protect the kingdom from the Empire’s invasion, Raidorl decides to plot a rebellion against the overly selfish demands of all those people that banished him.

When the exiled prince takes the sacred sword on his hand, the curtains of a new heroic legend will open!

The sacred sword legend that started with “Rebellion”, begins here!

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The night her fiancé cheated on her, Ran Xueyi didn’t think that her family and friends knew all about it even before her.

Devastated, Xueyi decides she wants revenge in the way she could ruin her family’s reputation and get out of the engagement she didn’t want.

And the only way to do that was to get pregnant with another man’s child!

But what happens when the father of her child appears before her eyes after 2 years demanding to take her and their child back?

Will Xueyi be able to resist his charms when even her son wants to adopt the man as his father?!

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Meet Song Yu Han, an enigmatic man and the wealthiest business tycoon in their country. Too bad, the man was cold as ice.

But just when everyone thought that there would never be a woman who could make him fall in love, he suddenly brought in a beautiful wife and a son.

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Just a few scenes from the novel:

“Mommy, I want to eat dinner with daddy,” the little one said one day.

Xueyi couldn’t resist her son’s charm and reluctantly said yes.

The next day.

“Mommy, I heard from my classmates that they sleep with their parents. Can I call daddy to sleep with us?”

Xueyi rejects the idea but when her son started to cry and throw a tantrum, she finally gave in.

And the next day, again.

“Mommy, I want a little sister from mommy and daddy. Go and make one for me!” the little one demanded and then winked to his dad who was standing behind him.

Thus, starts Xueyi's life filled with love from both her husband and son

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.

After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child.

But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!?

It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke.

“Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!”

Plum blossoms eventually fall.

But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again.

“But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!”

The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.