MTL - Eight Desolate Sword God - Chapter 1906 Repression of the Temple of the Swords

The story unfolds the fate of a hidden village nestled deep within the Leaves , where the destiny of a group of mountain-top farmers takes a dramatic turn with the arrival of an injured monk and a rare mirror.Witness the journey of a simple family as they rise to eternal greatness.No cheats, pure love for family, and steady step-by-step evolution.A word of caution: If you're a lover of building tribes and cherishing beautiful family bonds, beware of reading this novel. It will leave you with a deep sense of melancholy once it ends.

Ethan Graves was a weak, poor, 26-year-old virgin who had never even talked to a girl properly. His only escape was gaming. One night, after finally beating his favorite fantasy game, he went to sleep wishing he could live in that world and become someone powerful — someone feared, respected, and surrounded by beautiful, strong women.When he woke up, his wish had come true.Now trapped inside the very game he cleared, Ethan starts at level 1 with the mysterious Overlord System. In a world ruled by strength, where heroes, monsters, and magic dominate the realms, he must rise from nothing, grow stronger, and slowly build a powerful harem of villainesses, warriors, and queens.This is the story of a former nobody rising to become the ruler of all.WARNING:-this novel has smut.it has harem.it has smut but it is not smut based novel.No NTR

[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.