MTL - Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road - Chapter 1037 Doomsday's Jam

After his death, Bern awakens 10 years into the past as the third prince of Kailis, the enemy country.

Have you ever wondered what lies beyond what you perceive as your reality?What lies beyond the “truth” that everyone around you tells you is “just the way it is”?Have you never pondered on what your limit is in this life of yours? “Can I go further? Can I do more?”And yet you end up settling when you think you have reached that “limit.” But why? Why should you settle? There is always going to be something further, something 'beyond'.This is a story about a boy named Azmond who was reincarnated from planet Earth into the Cultivation World of Asterion... A world where the strong rule and the weak are forced to kneel. If Azmond wishes to gain power in this new mysterious world then he must be willing to sacrifice more than anybody else, he who wants to know just how far he can go, a boy with the sole goal of attaining power above all else.Little does Azmond know, that there is a price to pay for everything and that price will be painful, so very excruciating that every fiber of his being will wish for death... but Azmond will continue. He will persevere until he can't anymore... For that is his will.

“Why do you insist on marrying me?”“My son likes you, and I like you even more!”He is a noble young master who holds a high status, but he has a mischievous son whose mother is unknown.She is an ordinary and humble celebrity from the bottom tier, yet she caught the attention of this father and son duo.After marrying him, she is spoiled to the utmost and successfully fulfills her dream of becoming a renowned diva in the entertainment industry.However...After experiencing such beautiful love, what is there to be afraid of?When I love you, you are my whole world. When I don't love you, would there be such a time?PS: Tao Yaoyao VIP group 574598711~

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.