MTL - Please Call Me Lord God - Chapter 8 I'm ugly and stronger

Konominato Aoi, who had been learning Kendo at her family’s dojo since childhood, had a dream of becoming the best in Japan in Kendo, as her father wished. However, that dream didn’t come true. Disheartened by the failure of her student dreams, Aoi became a high school teacher with a new dream: to make her own students the best in Japan in Kendo.Facing numerous challenges and feeling pessimistic, Aoi lost consciousness on the spot and found herself transported to a different world. The one who helped the now-younger Aoi was Owen Millers, an elven mage. Out of curiosity, Owen decided to impart his magical knowledge and research results to Aoi. Inheriting Owen’s skills and knowledge, Aoi became a mage and, under Owen’s guidance, became a teacher at the world-renowned magical academy.However, the academy was filled with the entanglements of aristocratic society, discrimination based on magical power, and individuals exploiting noble students. Aoi found herself dealing with various situations as she navigated through these challenges. This is the story of Aoi Konominato, a female teacher later known as the strongest archmage and the witch of the academy.

This novel is about the young master of the Du clan, Du Shaofu, who was born with crippled veins and is unable to cultivate martial arts . After finding out about his situation from the clan while returning home he got hit by a lightning and a mysterious ‘first scripture’ appears and after studying for ten years he was able to mend his crippled veins together and starts his journey to glory.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

I lived like any ordinary person when a stranger suddenly approached me, “You are… a hero.”