MTL - I’m Not a Badass - Chapter 22 overlord contract

Xia Yan passed through to the world of Bleach and became an eleven-year-old boy. He was rescued by Renji and Rukia in the Seireitei, and he was studying at Shin’ō Academy, and he was a student of the same class.
He is a top student of the Shin’ō Academy, and he is vying for strength by various teams. In the end, he has entered the first team of secret mobile maneuvers.
He will use punishment to kill every person who tries to threaten the martyrdom and protect his loved one.

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What if your own father and his mistress were behind your mother’s death? What if you were about to be sold if to a scumbag?

After dying from a strange terminal illness, Ling Lan was reborn into a world 10,000 years into the future. Although she dearly wished she could just live a peaceful and uneventful life in her new healthy body, fate had other plans…

Forced to disguise herself as a boy just so she could inherit her deceased father’s premium military benefits, Ling Lan’s journey to adulthood was full of challenges. After much difficulty, she finally turned sixteen when she could drop the charade. But before she could grasp her newfound freedom to get married and start her own family, a twist of fate results in her being thrown into the Federation’s top military boys’ school.

With these twists of fate, Ling Lan had little choice but to walk further and further down a path of no return, one of cold and aloof dominance…

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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.