May The Rest Of My Life Be Sweet To You ( Machine Translation ) - Chapter 8 - Chapter Eight, I'll take care of you

Shi Qing’s task was to be a protector.

I do not own this imageHe was a swordsman beyond compare—cold, calculating, and relentless. A man who chased power not for glory, but to break the fate forced upon him. Betrayed in his final battle, he died with his blade in hand... only to awaken in a world not his own.Now reborn in the world of High School DxD, Nero carries with him a mysterious System that allows him to defy logic:— Steal and evolve Sacred Gears— Accept world-altering quests— Access a store that sells power itself— And shatter the limits of every universe he entersWith the power of his Void-Forged Blade and a will forged in war, Nero walks among Devils, Angels, and Fallen—but he kneels to none.As he joins Kuoh Academy, crosses paths with Rias Gremory and her peerage, and uncovers the secrets of the multiverse, one thing becomes clear:This world, and every world after it, will tremble beneath his blade.

Everyone said that Yi Qing was the number one Sword Cultivator in the world, with a swordsmanship and cultivation that no one could surpass. Whether it was when he was cultivating in the Lower Realm, or when he was in the Ten Heavens of the Upper Realm, he has always been undefeated.

Yi Qing laughed and said: “That is because you do not know of my Master. If we speak of cultivation, I am not as good as she by a long mile. Thinking about it, at the start, out of the ten Heavenly Emperors of the Upper Realm, my Master beat up nine, and the one left was myself.”

“Master? You actually have a Master! Who? How come we never heard of it?”

“My Master is…. Eh? Master? Master! And my Master? Has anyone seen my Master?”

A person next to them quietly raised her paw. “I am here!”

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In the era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at the Thaumatology Academy was something Shad never thought of.

A whispering voice rang in my ears, who was reciting the poems of foreigners——

The old gods and aliens,

When the brassy rings of fate turn,

The golden runes are flickering.

steam surge,

the fire flickers,

Relic echoes,

The old gods revived.

The outstretched hand after the thick fog,

Pull back the hazy curtain of the crazy age.

Guests from afar explore the lands of the Old Continent,

Striking the melody of the next era.

Came here through the gate of time,

Shad put down his suitcase,

Look at the silvery moonlight overhead.

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