Masked Knight - Chapter 188: Disguise

After a mental patient committed suicide, he was reborn in Tokyo? My brother is in Neon Lanyun?br> Then, the infinite space called him?

“Conquering the world and becoming the king of the world is just my part-time job. My life only exists to seek interesting things and things.”

“Well… at the moment when life dies, the desire for death and survival is intertwined. It’s really unstoppable!”

“Let me… let me… feel something more interesting!”

By the protagonist of being sick.

PS1:

Do you think this is a brainless and harem-covered anime doujinshi?

Do you think this is a novel that is fun to complain, has no morals, has no lower limit, and only sells cuteness and pretends to be stupid?

Do you think this is a dark and curious, bloody, tyrannical and inhumane killing movement?

Oh ho ho (sinister laugh), don’t be so simple.

PS2: “I don’t want to take medicine!” by the protagonist.

PS3: Newcomers and new books, ask for everything, recommend tickets, collections, rewards, etc.

- Description from novelbuddy

Mu Wanwan transmigrated into a novel.

And became a cannon fodder side character used to counteract the disabled tyrant’s ill fortune.

The tyrant is a huge villain. He challenged the leader of the seven tribes alone and had been beaten into a vegetative state.

The original character lived in the tyrant’s territory. Her parents, who were greedy for power, randomly made came up with compatible bazi* and sent their daughter into the tyrant’s manor, turning her into a wife to ward off ill luck.

Also sent off together with her was a little white flower maidservant, who was the heroine of the story.

The original character and the heroine agreed to escape together—but the original character was stabbed to death that very night.

And just as they were about to implement their escape plan, she transmigrated over

Mu Wanwan: “…”

What a horrible script!!

In order to live, she had to do her best to take care of the disabled, comatose dragon. Three years later, she actually turned the tragic story into a sickeningly sweet love story.

Note: *bazi: A Chinese astrological concept that a person’s destiny or fate can be divined by the two sexagenary cycle characters assigned to their birth year, month, day, and hour.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

Large-breasted, horny alien Empresses rule the galaxy. Julian doesn’t mind.He’ll go through every last one of them, fucking, conquering, if that’s what it takes to burn it all down.The Imperium of Archos invaded his planet.They razed it to ash.They killed the only girl he ever loved and then......left him to die.But then he found the Exion System, an ancient alien device built to make conquerors, not heroes.It bonded to his body and made him:THE GALACTIC KNIGHT.He’s not here to play hero. He’s here to burn the Imperium down.[Apocalypse System Activated]Host recognized: Galactic Knight.Command Authority: Unlocked.[Initiating Galactic Path.]Julian rises.He becomes a planetary governor.Then a warlord.But he’s not stopping there.He commands mech armies, crushes resistance, and spreads his reach across galaxies.Alien warlords, monolithic ugly monsters and cosmic gods will stand in his way, but they won’t stop him, he'll tear them to pieces!Planets of rivals will fall. Empresses will moan.And somewhere at the end of this blood-soaked path, the monsters who ruined his life will scream louder than anyone.They wanted war.He’ll give them hell.And he’ll make sure they watch him become the apocalypse they awakened.[CAUTION!][STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT.][BRUTAL, INTENSE AND BLOODY BATTLES]