MTL - The Global Reshuffle of Space - Chapter 9 explore space

Roan transmigrated as an FBI investigator.Several years later, a journalist interviewed the world-renowned detective Roan Greenwood and asked,“What made you persist in solving cases for so many years?”Roan tilted his head and glanced at the sports car beside him, the villa behind him, and the beautiful woman inside the villa. He smiled slightly and said,“Well, the bonus after solving the case.”“What?”

He is the fearsome heir of an empire, wielding power throughout his life, indifferent and cold by nature, yet devoted to her wholeheartedly.“Summer Sutton, the only woman I will ever marry in this lifetime!” At the engagement party arranged by his family with another woman, he arrives with her and blatantly kicks the white lotus out of the picture.Everyone knows that Summer Sutton is the one Adrian Walyon holds dear to his heart; whatever she desires, there is nothing he cannot provide.At her mere longing for him, he flies thousands of kilometers overnight to be by her side.At her mention of missing the taste of home, he orders food to be prepared and immediately air-shipped to her.When she expresses her wish to reach for the stars, he reserves an aerial restaurant 108 floors high, making the starlight accessible.“What else do you want?” he asks earnestly, gazing at her.She tiptoes up, wrapping him in her arms, “Adrian Walyon, all I want is you!”

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Somebody once told a joke.A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number “1”. So what did he say?“Gosh I better make the number go up.”Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.