MTL - The Apocalypse’s Great Merchant - Chapter 18 Black rain

Takamine Haruto transmigrated into a crossover anime world. His childhood friend is Eriri, his deskmate is Yukinoshita, the school beauty next door is Kaguya, and his new neighbor is Gabriel.He originally thought he could enjoy a peaceful life in this slice-of-life anime setting!But then—he stepped outside and found the Female Titan, Annie.Around the corner, he ran into the gluttonous Kamishiro Rize.A concrete statue that twists people's necks the moment they look away?A shy entity that hunts you to the ends of the earth if you make eye contact?An immortal lizard that adapts to any environment and continuously evolves?Takamine Haruto was overwhelmed.To maintain his peaceful daily life, he established the SCP Foundation to contain anomalies from across the multiverse!

One day, Saijō Haruto was forced by the Evil God of another world into reincarnation, and his soul was cursed.He was reborn into a world of swords and magic.In this world, one can become stronger by raising the level of their combat occupations.Unfortunately, Haruto cannot raise his level because of the curse.Haruto felt hopeless.However, because of the Evil God’s miscalculation, Haruto obtained an inexhaustible supply of magical power.This is the tale of how a Sage—cursed to have a “Locked” Status—managed to reach the pinnacle of strength by the effect of the curse.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.