Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict - Chapter 611 - : 610 I promise you

Luen transmigrates into a world where he is the sole surviving members of his family. He is informed that almost all of his relatives are dead and his father delivers his final words with his last breath.After his father's death, he finds a special ring with his family patterns on it.When he picks up that ring, “Declare your name”, a voice whispers.“My name is Ethan Polleta, and I will rebuild the family's name.”

Marcus Manfred dreamed of joining the United States Army. That dream ended the day an accident took his life.But he woke up and met a Goddess who told him that he can be reincarnated with a weapon system. He accepted it and was reincarnated in another world.The Military Weapon System, grants him access to modern weapons and equipment. Rifles. Tanks. Fighter jets. Even warships. But everything has a price.To grow stronger, Marcus must take on requests from towns, nobles, and kingdoms: clear monster nests, hunt demons, repel invasions. Each completed quest earns him funds to expand his arsenal.But this world is not Earth.Magic bends the rules. Dragons rule the skies. Demon armies march in the dark. And medieval kingdoms do not take kindly to a man building a private army beyond their control.In a world of swords and magics, can Marcus survive using his modern weapon cheats? Or will magic crush modern firepower?

My name is Tim, or it was until I died. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, no white room to choose any cheats from, nor was there any meeting with God.

I didn’t die heroically while saving someone, and I certainly didn’t get hit by a truck. My death was rather stupid and anticlimactic, I had apparently bumped my head while sleeping and passed away...

That should have been the end of the road for me, but like many self-proclaimed main characters, I joined the army of multi-dimensional travelers and was reincarnated.

Being an avid light novel and manga reader, I would have been excited about the opportunity, if not for my new siblings, who tried to kill me as soon as I was born, or for my mother, who seemed to have a thing for throwing me off cliffs. And let’s not forget my murderous father, who forced me to flatten a small country as my Rite of passage.

Oh, did I mention I was reborn as a Dragon?

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