MTL - Being Reborn And Starting Off By Not Being A Simp - Chapter 618

[Disclaimer: Slow storyline, contains hypnosis, pregnancy, tragedy, netori, and Anti-Hero genres]Author : Andi CandraSynopsis:A young man from Indonesia transmigrates into an anime world. Taking over the body of a person named Rokuhara Ren, he is stunned to see the 2D characters he once only watched in anime come to life.Like countless other transmigrators, he plans to build a harem. Within just a year, Ren successfully impregnates his homeroom teacher, Nakano Itsuki, and his classmate, Maria Mikhailovna Kujou.He thought his peaceful life would continue. His view of the slice-of-life world crumbles when he encounters Yotsuba Miko, Gentōga Keitarō, and Ayase Momo. To make matters worse, Ren discovers that there are also Campiones in this world.Oh no, how can he raise his children with so many unstable factors?There’s no other choice—he must become a Campione himself!Witness the life story of a scumbag rising to become a Campione respected by the world!

“Will you marry me, Anais?” The male lead proposed to me. “What about Selena?” “Selena doesn’t matter. You’re the only one I’m interested in now.” Even without a hint of interest in the female lead. “I’m sorry, but I…” Before I could even utter my refusal, the refreshing sound of coins rang in my ears. [asdf has donated 100 points!] Accept and get ten thousand points “Shall we go pick out a ring first?” Forget about conscience; if it’s fun, that’s all that matters.

This world has Fox Fairies, River Gods, Water Monsters, Great Demons and Cultivators who seek immortality.

By activating their Dharma Eyes, cultivators can see all kinds of demons and ghosts.

Refining a flying sword, they can kill enemies thousands of miles away.

Their all-seeing eyes and all-hearing ears allow them to observe everything around them…

The second young master of the Qin family, Qin Yun was one such cultivator…

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[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.