MTL - Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits - Chapter 12 disease

In every being, a soul, a spirit, or a core, exists that tethers the consciousness into the solid plain. Witness as how a little spark from who was once a blazing flame, regained what once was lost.“I died and..” grins “...that started my life”What happens when an assassin transmigrated to a cultivation world?They rise through a mountain of corpse to reach the skies.But....What of an assassin whose enemy turns out to be themselves?A world where magic and cultivation co-exist?People say “Keep moving forward”.What if the way forward, is to go back to where she begun?

Chosen after a long period of bloodline selection, seven women with the mixed blood of goddesses were selected to be the Imperial Guards and become direct trusted aides loyal only to the Emperor himself—this was the reason why the Haines Empire was the strongest military power on the continent.

Armed with teleportation magic and city-destroying forbidden spells that could be used at will, they were undoubtedly the most terrifying war machines in this land. However, in reality, these demigod Imperial Guards were far less outstanding than the legends…

“They don’t have the moral values of humans! They’re just a bunch of degenerates who only care about profits!” A transmigrator from another land, His Highness Rayne would always kick the coffin board agitatedly at the mention of these Imperial Guards.

“The System resurrected me a thousand times, of which at least 800 times, I was stabbed in the back by them!”

If he killed them, he would have no one of use in the Empire.

If they were left alive, he would be stabbed in the back sooner or later.

After the thousandth rebirth, Rayne finally figured out an unprecedented path.

This time round, he was no longer going to negotiate using benefits—he was going to conquer them with his personal charm!

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