MTL - Quick Transmigration: The Villain Is Delicate and Soft - Chapter 190

This was a fragmented and disorganized world, this was a place that had been forgotten.

From the day Qin Luo acquired the system, he set his sights on the aloof school beauty.The first time, Qin Luo brought milk tea to confess his feelings and was rejected.The 12th time, Qin Luo brought breakfast to confess his feelings and was rejected.The 48th time, Qin Luo brought roses to confess his feelings and was rejected.The 99th time, Qin Luo stood outside the dormitory loudly confessing his feelings and was rejected.Inside the girls’ dormitory, the school beauty waited and waited, but Qin Luo’s 100th confession never came.She took the initiative to find Qin Luo and asked, “Why didn’t you come to confess?”Qin Luo responded, “Miss, do we know each other?”The school beauty: “???”The next day, the school beauty appeared holding milk tea.Classmates exclaimed, “She broke character! The aloof school beauty broke character!”

“In the depths of eternity, where darkness and light entwined, the universe was born from the dreams of the gods. From the celestial harmonies of creation to the discordant melodies of destruction, the cosmic symphony echoed across the expanse.Within this grand tapestry, a world emerged, forged from the essence of duality. Earth, a terrestrial haven, became the stage for an epic drama, as forces of creation and destruction converged. The fate of the universe hung in the balance, as two goddesses, Stella and Khaos, wove a narrative of light and darkness, life and death.Their story, a testament to the eternal dance between opposites, would give rise to a new era, one where humanity would inherit the earth, and the delicate balance of the cosmos. Join us on a journey through the ages, as we explore the celestial ballet, the birth of life, and the eternal struggle between creation and destruction.”

“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

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