MTL - There’s No Such Thing as Love in a Swordsman’s Heart - Chapter 90 make up

Death, Depression, Poverty, Love issues – all things that a 27-year no-name writer faces.

She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl.

What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!

Fang Ze traveled to the world of psychic forensics and activated the detection system.

Since then, the world has gained a crime-solving wizard. In just one year, Fang Ze became the captain of the police force.

Suspicious disappearance cases, corpse dismemberment cases without clues, heinous vampire cases…

With his keen judgment, Fang Ze relied on the assistance of the system to grow all the way.

With the passage of time, Fang Ze suddenly discovered that this world seems to be more than just a psychic forensic doctor…

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“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.