MTL - Rebirth of Brotherly Love - Chapter 140

The Immortal Emperor, after being betrayed, was reborn as the peasant Luo Yang. He possessed the “Glance” ability, understood medical skills, knew martial arts, and came with a natural flair for showing off.In the long journey of life, everything is inferior; only showing off is supreme. Watch as the little peasant Luo Yang struts his stuff like the wind, ascends with vigor, all with the determination to show off so grandiosely that it tears through the heavens.

Hitoshi's life sucked and then a truck made it even worse.But death wasn't the end. He wakes up in a fantasy world as a slave, expecting more of the same bad luck. Then a maid from the super-rich Aoi family buys him to work at their huge mansion. Finally, a break, right?Wrong.Sure, the mansion is amazing. The food is great. And yeah, the Aoi family treats him way better than he expected. But something's... off. Why do they watch him so closely? Why does everyone get weird when he smiles? And why do bad things keep happening to anyone who gets too friendly with him?Hitoshi just wants to be a good servant and make everyone happy. He doesn't realize that his kind heart and helpful nature are stirring up something dangerous within the Aoi household. In this new world, his greatest talent might become his biggest problem.They say no good deed goes unpunished. In the Aoi mansion, every act of kindness pulls him deeper into a web of obsession he never saw coming.“Reincarnated into Madness: Yandere Family's Unwanted Slave” is a story about second chances, magic, and what happens when being too nice leads to some seriously creepy consequences.

What is a genius? Capable of comprehending any battle skill regardless of the skill itself and sweeping away the bottlenecks while cultivating a new technique; this is a true genius! He Yiming was originally an ordinary youngster in the He family’s estate with not too extraordinary aptitude in learning martial arts.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”