MTL - Players Of Freedom - ~ good night baby

“First, a hidden marriage.”“Second, the marriage period is one year.”“Third, you are not allowed to have any feelings for me!”These were his three stipulations to her at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.She readily agreed and adhered to them one by one.But a year later, is the man holding onto her tightly and refusing to let go still the same cold person from a year ago?“Could you let go, please? Our one-year term is up.”“Wife, the contract you signed is indefinite!”

In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics...That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering.That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously.That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end.That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill.Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem.The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

“Master. Why do you never visit?”“Shh... Just take this needle and don't make a sound.”The act was getting old, Teriyaki had only spent a month in Orochimaru's Lair and he was already close to ending it all.Just a month ago he had been a normal human, flipping halfway through the naruto manga when he fell asleep on Chapter 45... The place where that darned Snake first appeared.One more Teriyaki is an NPC or worthless comment and I will find you.TW: torture simulator kinda at some points

The world had changed when the System arrived, alongside the Cataclysm that filled the world with monsters. The technology was gone, replaced by classes and skills that allowed the people to fight back. When Devon ended up as a Blacksmith, a class that didn’t grant Intelligence, he had to face the reality, that his old career that he loved - mathematical sociologist - was over. Instead, he had ended up as yet another discarded member of the production class, overshadowed by the existence of the System Shops to the point of total marginalization. But, what if all he needed was to reapply his scientific thinking to the System...