MTL - The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path - Chapter 4 Girl, please mourn

“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?”

“……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.”

Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy.

In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love.

Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens.

Return given profit with profit, loss with loss.

The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal—

Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered.

Her specialty is mu*der.

—- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.

[Mature Content: NO RAPE]In an attempt to escape her father’s shackle and seek revenge, twenty five year old Viviana Di-grassi, better known as the infamous Lady Di-grassi, accidentally ends up in a flash marriage with a man she’d only just met. A man she had no clue was on the lowkey a tycoon. A multi Billionaire. But also… A “vampire.”Nikolas Bastiani, is the hidden boss of Bratva, a company worth billions. He’s a man drowning in wealth and power, yet starving for excitement. And, in an attempt for some flicker of it, he ends up in the grasp of a woman he last expected to lay eyes on. She wanted to use him. She needed him to escape. She craved revenge. And why would he say no? Oh please… He’d gladly give himself to her on a silver plate. Her face. Her voice. The breath she took. Nikolas Bastiani wasn’t just interested. He fell into obsession. A man who’d go on his knees for her and only her. No other!

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn’t help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire.

Firstly, what in the world is the “Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis” spell? And don’t even get me started on the “Osteoporosis” spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like “Blood Burn,” “Gradual Freeze,” and “Mental Chaos.” Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities?

Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield “Doomstorm” and “Ice Age,” swordsmen boast “Sword Rain: Homecoming” and “Wind-Cutter Slash,” while archers showcase “Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars” and “Storm Arrow.” Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named “Cancer Cell Proliferation,” “T-Virus Infection,” and “Rabies Outbreak.”

In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, “Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!”

Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, “Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don’t know!”

Even a boss character confesses, “Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!”