MTL - The Sword of Galaxy - ~ chapter102

Jiang Lin crossed over, he became the tragic little cannon fodder in the book.

The little cannon fodder relied on his good looks, and there was no man in capital who hadn’t been seduced by him.

He was a well-known playboy in capital, an existence that everyone despised.

Only Jiang Lin who became the cannon fodder knew what kind of life the cannon fodder lived.

The little cannon fodder’s father didn’t care, his mother died early, and his stepmother treated him harshly. There were also two stepbrothers and a “beautiful and kind-hearted” heroine sister in the family.

The first stepbrother robbed him of his position as a companion of the crown prince, and the second stepbrother robbed him of his qualification to be a student of the Imperial Academy; in the end, the heroine sister arranged him to marry a man who was about to die.

From anyone’s point of view, what Jiang Lin took was a death script. But Jiang Lin held the space in his hand, who was he afraid of?

So——
Jiang Lin made a great contribution in front of the heroine, and successfully regained the position of the eldest son of the Hou family from the hands of his two stepbrothers.

Jiang Lin successfully solved the famine and became famous all over the world as a Marquis and held the nobility.

As for the dying man Jiang Lin married, not only did his legs recover from the poison, but he also became a fearsome General, the God of War.

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[By the Author that brought you “Return of the Frozen Player”!]The Return of the Fallen Tower Master: The Revival Era of the Magic Tower

I possessed a minor character who marries the prince. I’m not thrilled about it. The prince is a scumbag who flirts with the heroine despite being engaged and eventually gets defeated by the original male lead. In the epilogue, all he does is apologize to his fiancée and marry her, with barely a line to his name. Well, his personality is twisted, but at least he’s handsome. And since he’s the third prince, he doesn’t have to shoulder the burden of ruling the kingdom. That’s decent husband material, I suppose. Go ahead, make a fool of yourself. You’re going to marry me anyway. I’ll just sit back and enjoy watching your embarrassing history unfold. “Doris Redfield. Don’t expect me to ask you to dance at this ball. Maybe not at the next one either. Or the one after that.” “Yes, Your Highness. As you wish.” “Even though we’re engaged… wait, what?” “It’s just a joke proposal our parents once tossed around, isn’t it? You don’t need to take it seriously, Your Highness. I’m really fine with it.” “…Is that so? Yes, that’s… fine, right?” Why are you panicking, prince? You started spouting nonsense first. Where’s your conscience? But then, this guy really has the audacity to ask something outrageous. “…Do you, perhaps, have another man?” The guy who flirted with the original heroine is saying this now? Calm down. He’ll regret this later. All I need to do is remain a devoted fiancée until then. “What are you talking about? A woman like me… plain, not beautiful, with a gloomy personality, what man would even—” “What? Who dared to say that about you?” …You did, in the original story. This guy is acting weird. But he’s not the only problem. “My dear little sister Doris, that dress you’re wearing today is dreadful. No wonder there are rumors His Highness has abandoned you.” “Well, it can’t be helped. His Highness is too good for me anyway.” “…Hold on. Too good? Who said that? Wait, were you really dumped?” The original villainess, who also happens to be my older sister, Natalie, is suddenly interested in my love life. Why are all the original tr*shy characters growling at each other over me now?!

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.