MTL - Exile - ~ Chapter 77

Kyo Mazuru traveled to the world of Bleach and landed in the forest of Menos Grande at the beginning.Picking up a asauchi left over from Shinigami's death, and starting with a sword, he spent hundred years in the forest of Menos Grande to survive, slashing countless hollows, and his slashing skills reached the peak, until one day, he met a man who claimed to be Mr. Aizen Sōsuke!Mr. Aizen couldn't bear him to live alone in Hueco Mundo, so he invited him out of there and brought him to Soul Society!After that, Kyo Mazuru's Shinigami career began!

Once upon a time, there was a beauty who met nonstop misfortune. This unfortunate man hurried to hug a golden thigh…

Coming from the end of days, the ‘excluding eating there’s only eating in his brain’ Little Useless Eater transmigrated to a ghost story world where it’s difficult to preserve his life. Good that, not only does his IQ explode the meter, all attribute points are also entirely placed on his face, letting him rely on his otherworldly beauty to find a thick and sturdy big golden thigh. Hugging from world to world, finally, from a pitiful thing being oppressed by demons and monsters on every path, he evolved into a vexatious ghost!

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He was just an ordinary man from modern era.Yet he was also a feared deity worshipped in divine era.In this time where gods walked with mortals, he will survive and thrive.He is no longer a man.He is Hades, the God of the Dead and King of Underworld.

To be a good mistress:

Lesson 1: The location does not matter; all that matter is whether he wishes to.

“This is an exchange for money and not a game of love.”

Yet, he is eventually addicted to spoiling her and sending her to cloud nine, giving her whatever she wishes for.

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“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to be the world’s top supermodel.”

As a result, news of the Huo Conglomerate entering the entertainment industry shocks the entire world.

“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to get married at the age of 28.” The man’s gaze deepened as he replied, “That’s too late.”

The little bun behind him secretly hands him a household registration book and declares with a nasal and innocent-sounding voice, “Daddy, I will pay for your nine-dollar marriage registration fee!”