MTL - Black Clover: Runaway Asta - Chapter 201

The interview begins:“Boss Gu, what is your view on pursuing women?”“The most important thing is loyalty and protection.”The man turned his head to look at the petite woman beside him, his deep-set eyes glowing with utmost affection.“He's obviously cunning and shameless, relentlessly dealing with both friends and in-laws, without any limits...”Shang Xixia's smile was brilliant, but her slightly twitching lips betrayed her silent complaints.“Boss Gu, why did you choose to inherit and manage the Gu Group?”“There are many ways to live life, I want to...”Gu Jingchen's lips curved slightly, exuding a calm elegance.“If I couldn't be at home all the time,”Continuing her inner complaints, Shang Xixia glanced with great grievance at the man beside her....The most beautiful love is when, after growing up, you are still my beloved childhood sweetheart.

Lorelai is an unwanted princess; a puppet in the hands of the royal family.Born weak and raised loyal only to her kingdom, she has no real power and is constantly abused by both her stepmother and her son.Her value lies in one thing only––marriage. Thus, she is to marry Duke Kalder, an old but powerful and influential man whose previous wives have all gone missing under mysterious circumstances.That is until she meets him.Tall, dark, strong, mysterious, irresistible, seductive.The King of Lycans. The King of Beasts. The Gypsy King.One who was once a slave now controls the biggest and strongest, most feared kingdom of the continent. And for some reason, he has his eyes set only on Lorelai.Important note: this is a historical fantasy novel and in its context, the word “Gypsy” is only used as a name of a nomad tribe and is not used as a slur.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.