The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era [BL] - Chapter 659 - 100% (FINALLY OR MAYBE?)

The maniac who was crazy about all kinds of fields such as military and steampunk had been reincarnated.

However, his father was King Sejong the Great?

The mania-wise king and his crazy maniac son.

Along with the ministers, and countless humans who were getting exploited.

Even today, the night of Joseon was filled with the light of overtime.

Kenji had become the Emperor’s right hand man which he always wanted to be. He thought that this position would help him to become one of the most popular and powerful figure in history, He did not know that the newly crowned Emperor considered him as a threat. Secrets were being prepared to deal with this ‘dangerous subject’ who had become too influential to be ignored.“Oh, Dearest brother, I have to congratulate you on your well-deserved hire! How great must it feel to receive a court audience and the special joy of having a sword under your head before the imperial family!” The emperor said warmly.'Oh dearest sister... Your congrats are out of place... you just made the situation worse...'

The aura recovered, and the spirits ran rampant.

Qiao Yuan picked up “Eternal Dragon Slayer”

【Simplified system loading】

【Scan to “Lion’s Roar”】

【Simplifying…】

[Simplify success… lion’s roar = big roar]

ha~

Qiao Yuan opened his mouth and yawned

[Lion Roar Skill Proficiency +1]

………………

In the distance, a lurking seventh-order Variant Spirit is slowly approaching.

Roar!

The Variant Spirit made a roar!

Qiao Yuan opened his eyes and looked directly at the alien spirit.

“What are you calling!”

“I ask you, what’s your dog’s name!”

………………

The oppression of death strikes

The alien spirit shivered and knelt on the ground.

“Listen to me, thank you, because of you, the four seasons have been warmed…”

- Description from novelbuddy

[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.