MTL - Young Man, You Are Too Young, Too Simple - Chapter 100

Two Zatarian youths embark on a cross-dimensional journey to uncover their true identities, encountering both allies and formidable adversaries along the way.They must collaborate to decipher the significance of the symbol imprinted on them, but a faction known as the Nitharians seeks to eliminate them before they can uncover the truth. Naburo, the leader of the Nitharians, has dispatched his most trusted son and his team to guarantee the success of this mission.Will Naburo's son and his team prevail before the Zatarians discover their true selves?

Jin, a hardcore gamer who still lives with his mom at the age of 24. He could never hold down a steady job since graduating, his girlfriend since high school dumped him for his best friend and he's constantly getting beat up by a group of local gang members. His dad left him and his mom when he became rich from the lottery and got a new family, one free of debt and burdens as he called it. His mom works 3 jobs to keep everything from falling apart, except for herself slowly. One day on his way home with the very first and new fully immersive VRMMORPG called Realm of Myths and Legends or RML for short, he died from a hit and run car accident. RML was advertised as the worlds first fully immersive VRMMORPG, allowing for players with skill sets in the real world, like sword training, martial arts, archery or reaction time, to benefit in the game itself! Though Jin died and at that moment a soul from another world crossed over into his body and inherited his memories. The man known as Izroth once hailed as the greatest cultivator in the seven realms, soul reincarnates into the modern world year 20xx in the body of Jin.

Kevin Lannister was offered the chance to reincarnate by the goddess of Happiness for unknown reasons.

He finally got to live a life of luxury in his new life but something totally unexpected occurred.

His mother was kidnapped and his father fell into a coma.

Now, it’s been three years and a twenty year old Kevin wanted to visit his dad in the hospital but a cannibal suddenly appears before him, killing him before he could see his dad.

Was his life finally going to end without even finding out if his mother was still alive or not?

But before he could release his last breath, a system notification sounded in his mind.

[I am called Evil Stepson System. The goddess created and named me and my only purpose is to help you in seeking revenge, In other words, I’m here to make you the ultimate bad guy,]

[But I didn’t expect to see a weak human. Aside from your physique, your strength and agility are average and not fitting of someone called my host,]

“Parasite,” Kevin mutters. He has had enough of the system’s rudeness.

It might have evil in its name but that doesn’t mean the system should act so rude to him.

[Huh?] The system was shocked.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” An evil grin appeared on his face. Finally, the system was flabbergasted this time around.

“You dwell in my head and you call me your host,”

“ This means you need me to survive and that makes you a parasite cause I ain’t your damn Uber,”

“You know what? I’m going to call you parasite as from now on,”

[You wouldn’t dare,]

“ I just did and I would again, a thousand times,”

[Why you little!!]

[Fine you win. What do I have to do to make you stop calling me that?]

“Hmm, If you help me accomplish my mission of ending every single one of those who captured my mother. Maybe then, I’ll acknowledge the fact that you aren’t a parasite,”

[Then I’ll definitely help you succeed,]

[As a matter of fact, your first mission is ready. Would you like to see it?]

“Yes,”

[First Mission: Pop your cherry,]

Kevin smirks and says. “You know what parasite, I think I’m beginning to like you,”

[Hehe...me too,]

“ You say what?”

[Nothing,]

Join Kevin as he tries to right the wrong of his previous world by making his family (especially mom) happy again.

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