MTL - Tattoo Awakening: All Kinds of Divine Beasts Carved on My Back - Chapter 173 put on a show

Year 2056, in a city in the Yuan Jiang Su Jin area. On top of a ruined, shattered six story residential apartment sits a teenager wearing a combat vest, militaristic trousers, and alloyed battle boots. On his back is a hexagonal shield and equipped is a blood-shadow battle knife. He sits there silently on the edge of the roof. At this time, the sparkling sky was shining and there was a refreshing breath within the air that blew towards him. However, there was only silence within the ruined, deserted city, with an occasional howl that makes your heart skip a beat.

Baek Ain is your typical lazy guy.

He graduated from university at age 22 with a random degree he chose out of boredom and stayed single because fate decided so until that event happened.

“What? Where Am I??”

After a horrible incident, Ain transmigrated to another world. Or precisely to be a villainous and mobs character.

He died countless times because of the world's protagonists, gathering hatred toward them.

“What the fuck! What do you mean I stole your wife? I've been single since coming into this world!!”

“Hero, please save this world.” A goddess is begging me to save her world from the Demon Lord.

“Wait... Begone thot! That Demon King is my younger sister from 69th Transmigration.”

“How dare you!”

A beautiful heroine is hugging me from behind, wishing to accept her feelings.

“Shoo, Heroine! I don't need useless baggage with me. Side characters are better than you!”

And so, Ain's journey began to end this shitty transmigration cycle.

Reincarnated as the eldest son of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, the biological father of Emperor Jianwen, and the elder brother of Ming Chengzu Zhu Di.

See how Yiwen Prince Zhu Biao, who was fleeting like a meteor in history, survived the turbulent Hongwu years and built a new Ming Dynasty!

(No system, no plug-ins, no IQ crushing, no cross-age technology tree)

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.