MTL - Self-cultivation of Male Supporting Role - Chapter 4 gentlemen

Arthur got randomly transported to another world. Some people would find that terrifying, but not for him, who was tired of his old life; it was an opportunity.

And, after having bad luck all his life, the tide changed.

It was a world of magic where wizards fought side-by-side with their familiars. Arthur got summoned to be one of these so-called familiars.

He was furious. The thought of becoming a pet was not something he liked. Well, that changed when he saw who his master was.

A hot-woman. And, to make everything better, Arthur was inside the Frostpeak Magic Academy, which only had women students.

“This is heaven. All familiars are beasts, but I'm different. I'm a good-looking man inside a place filled with hot girls.”

When he thought his luck could not get better, he unlocked a system that helped him with everything. Of course, he used the system for a greater good, like getting girls.

She, a 21st century mercenary queen, had crossed over into a tragically betrayed body of a waste. Waste? She will show them what it means to be a waste! Betrayed? With the Ancient Manual in her hands, she will astonish all the despicable men and cheap women!

The Republic of San Magnolia.

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...