MTL - Creation Notebook - Chapter 203 Sneak attack

A tale of urban demons and spirits, the mysterious exorcist and I.

Do you believe that supernatural creatures exist in this world?

I’m an ordinary college student while he’s the handsome and powerful demon exorcist from the mysterious old manor.

Our paths had never crossed before and yet, our fates became intimately entangled after one chance meeting.

The knocking on the coffin in the dead of the night, the little girl weeping inside the box-shaped structure, the good friend of mine who was cursed…

Together, the mysterious exorcist Mr. Wen and I embarked on a path into the world of the grotesque and motley.

Gradually, I realized that I had developed special feelings for him that went beyond friendship…

But, the problem is I’m a man!

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For the wine to be drunk on her wedding night to actually have been a cup of poison and for the one to poison her to be her husband, who would believe it?

I’ve become a rogue lord in another world! This is the story of a game I was playing! The story of the protagonist, who has become a rogue lord who dies after two days, successfully uses the game’s history and system to escape his impending doom and become the strongest.

Somebody once told a joke.A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number “1”. So what did he say?“Gosh I better make the number go up.”Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.