MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty - Chapter 4

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 18+. Contains Netori, No rape. No Yuri]

The story is about a boy entering high school, who answers a strange call from a public phone one night. The caller challenges him to a bet: She’ll remove the birthmark which he sees as the cause of so many problems, and he’ll have fifty days to win the heart of a girl he’d considered far beyond his reach. And with this, a very strange summer begins.

“No one is standing in the sky to begin with.”

“Whether it’s Hokage or the God of Ninja World.”

“But the window period for the Throne of Heaven has been too long.”

“From today, I will stand in the sky.”

Above Konoha, Naruto Uzumaki’s hairspray hand touched the drooping bangs, revealing sharp eyes.

Boiling blue light descended from the night, pulling Uzumaki Naruto away from the sky.

In Muye Village below, countless ninjas looked shocked and unbelievable.

Iruka: “Impossible, you are not that gentle Naruto, who are you?”

Kakashi: “The disciple I know is a gentle boy who will always take care of and protect others and inherit the will of fire.”

Uchiha Sasuke: “Naruto, you pulled me out of the abyss, but why do you want to leave now? Damn, even if you break your limbs, I, Uchiha Sasuke, will bring you back!”

PS:

A Naruto who was not influenced by Ashura Chakra, accepted Aizen’s teachings, was gentle and refined since he was a child, but was actually ambitious and deep-minded.

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The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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