MTL - Sword God - v3 Chapter 13 Above the micro

Having transmigrated to a Blue Star invaded by the paranormal, Chu He is the National Guardian War God who single-handedly guards the Demon Cave.Several years later, the first Queen in the history of Great Jing ascends to the throne.She publicizes footage of Chu He brewing tea and reading books daily, criticizing him for neglecting his duties and putting him on public trial before the entire nation.In a single day, Chu He becomes a public enemy.The Queen selects twelve beautiful young women to guard the Demon Cave, replacing him.Chu He laughs, offering no explanation.His ice-queen CEO wife also chooses to divorce him, calling him a true disgrace, little knowing that everything she has today is thanks to his halo as the National Guardian War God.In truth, Chu He has long been tired; living the life of an ordinary person is also quite good.The Queen even gives a public speech: “Without him, we can still annihilate the Evil Spirits!”“The Queen is sharp-eyed and discerning; otherwise, we would still be kept in the dark by this parasite!”“The Queen is so beautiful! I am willing to lay down my life for you!”As a result, the twelve highly anticipated young women are met with an outbreak of innumerable Evil Spirits the moment they arrive at the Demon Cave.In the blink of an eye, corpses litter the ground.The allied forces of Great Jing's experts assemble, only to be slaughtered with devastating ease!“The one we fear is Chu He. You swine and dogs are worthy of suppressing us?” A horde of Evil Spirits swarm out, cackling wildly.“Is it really impossible without him?” the Queen despairs.“So the Evil Spirits of the Demon Cave are this terrifying! Chu He, we were wrong. Please come back, okay!” the populace breaks down.……“You said you could kill Evil Spirits without me, so why are you crying now?” Chu He says indifferently.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️THIS NOVEL PARTICIPATED IN WSA 2025!---Nero Vaelheim. A name etched in history as that of a fleeting antagonist, a mere stepping stone for the heroes.But what if the pawn refused to be sacrificed?When a devoted reader is reborn in the body of this doomed villain, he has only one goal: to break the script, rewrite his fate… and bend this world to his own rules.After all, why settle for being an obstacle when you can become the ultimate threat?

Found yourself here? why not read abit, its only 20 chapters. just a little bit of your time, who knows you might like what you see or perhaps you won't but a man can hope...***I was born in darkness and lived my life within it.But when the choice came, I willingly stepped into the light.Was it desire or a whim that made me do it?I don’t remember.I never had a name. They were foreign to me, yet I yearned for one. Why?I don’t remember.I remember how emotions once felt—how I couldn’t understand them.To me, they were like the flavors of ice cream.Now I can feel them, but they are too conflicting.Why do I feel sad, excited, and at peace while looking at the rain?Why are my feelings so conflicted, so contradictory, even over the simplest things?Was discarding so much of myself and becoming human worth it?My past self would say yes without hesitation.But in the present, I find myself wondering… hesitating.Was it really worth it? If yes,then why do I feel so empty?I can’t go back. I must walk forward without hesitation and regret.Perhaps this emptiness will fade with time.I can only hope.To my past self:I have achieved the goal you were seeking.I hope I didn’t let you down.I hope to make you proud.