MTL - Pirates: Silver King - Chapter 391 The rescue is over

[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”

Shao He, heir to a family renowned for medical and poison skills, a top special agent of the 21st century, unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a pathetic Madam Marquis who had been tortured to death! And on that very night, she was thrown into the Mass Burial Mound!Looking at the newborn in her arms, Shao He resolved to live a splendid life in this foreign world!From then on!She was the Divine Doctor who aided the world!She was the fearsome Poison Queen!She possessed wealth to rival nations!She was also an astonishing scholar!And the Marquis, filled with regret, wished he could kill himself on the spot, “He'er, I was wrong, you...”“Shut up, I am now the Empress!”

The aura recovered, and the spirits ran rampant.

Qiao Yuan picked up “Eternal Dragon Slayer”

【Simplified system loading】

【Scan to “Lion’s Roar”】

【Simplifying…】

[Simplify success… lion’s roar = big roar]

ha~

Qiao Yuan opened his mouth and yawned

[Lion Roar Skill Proficiency +1]

………………

In the distance, a lurking seventh-order Variant Spirit is slowly approaching.

Roar!

The Variant Spirit made a roar!

Qiao Yuan opened his eyes and looked directly at the alien spirit.

“What are you calling!”

“I ask you, what’s your dog’s name!”

………………

The oppression of death strikes

The alien spirit shivered and knelt on the ground.

“Listen to me, thank you, because of you, the four seasons have been warmed…”

- Description from novelbuddy

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.