MTL - Virtual World: Close Combat Mage - v3 Chapter 620 Encounter

Chen An traveled to the world of cultivating immortals, and his cultivation talent was extremely poor. He was stuck in the third level of Qi refining for many years and could not make further progress.

Seeing that there is no hope of cultivating immortality, he chooses to return to ordinary life, and marries a wife to enjoy the ordinary happiness.

As a result, on the night of their marriage, they returned to the fairyland overnight.

It turned out that marrying a wife and enjoying ordinary pleasures was his way to become a fairy, and it could directly save him thousands of years of detours.

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Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.

In the 21st century, she was the outstanding world renowned darling of the field of archeology. Then, she transmigrated and became Jinjiang city’s Ji Family’ Third Miss, a small malnourished girl who starved to death. She was unfavored by her father and treated like air by the rest. Therefore, just to earn money and feed herself she had to return to her old profession – being a forensic anthropologist.

With a pair of dextrous hands, she stroked and examined those clickety white bones to solve old and dusty unresolved cases.

He was a handsome cold prince. Just to see the beauty smile, he would not hesitate to throw away his moral principles and repeatedly flirt with her.

In the end, he only received a supercilious look from her, as she declared “Prince, one touch is a 1,000 taels.”

“Then, this prince will give you 10,000 taels for a kiss!”

“Power? I have enough of it to end a war before lunch and still make it back for a nap. The problem was never the power. The problem is that nothing has been interesting enough to use it on.”~~~Alistair Eldenberg liked his life the way he liked his mornings — quiet, horizontal, and entirely free of other people's ambitions. War Sovereign. Archmage. Spiritwright. Three cultivation systems at near-mythical levels, achieved by a man who considers genuine effort a personal failing.The kingdom exiled him north and gave him a wife.She was supposed to be the villain of the story.She isn't what the rumors said.Hm. Interesting.~~~