MTL - Top Strong Cultivator as a Teacher - Chapter 17 Diligent tenant

“Born of Dragons, yet cursed by the Abyss—a king of two dooms.”----Ryuk Knull was nothing—just another powerless human in a world ruled by Titans, Vampires, and Fallen Angels. Until the Knulls came and took the only family he had left.On the brink of death, he awakened the Draconic Pets Evolution System—a power that doesn’t just tame beasts but binds them to his very soul. With it, mere monsters become apex predators.And Ryuk? He is their master.But power alone is not enough.He is a fusion of the most hated and the most divine—A being that should not exist.The abyss whispers. The dragons call. And when he rises—none will be spared.This is the Tale of the Abyssbourne Draconis!

My disciple, whom I raised and cherished with my whole heart…That same disciple has returned and is trying to kill me.“Before you fall, before you cease to be my idol, my hero, my sun, I will kill you with my own hands. For your honor!”Just wait for a while…I’ll bring you back to your senses.

Bibi Dong, once the powerful Supreme Pontiff, never expected to be reborn—especially not as someone else's martial spirit. In this new life, she finds herself bound to a young soul master with great potential but little knowledge of the powerful spirit within him.As Bibi Dong guides her host, she must confront her past mistakes and figure out why she was given this second chance. Is it to correct her past, or is there something more at play?

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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