MTL - A Lucky Wife Born Again From a Farm Family - Chapter 3270 Finale【3】

It all started on 28, May, 2011… A football game was played, an unforgettable memory was created, and a dream was born with it. ‘I want to play ball!’ It all ended on 12, May, 2018… Another football game was played, another unforgettable memory was created, and a dream was killed with it. And it all changed on 18, December, 2022… Another football game was played, another unforgettable memory was created, and with it, a miracle was created. {Your plea for a miracle has been answered!} {Congratulations! You have received a reward: Ultimate Football System!} This is the story of Sam, a young Nigerian whose passion for football created a miracle. With his miracle, watch the boy dominate the world of football, break countless records, climb the all-time rankings, and establish himself as the G.O.A.T, the Greatest of all time. Watch Sam become the God of football.

The world is big, but I am the only one who is orthodox.Sweeping the world's immortal sects with the power of the Celestial Dynasty.A strong man who practiced the 'Way of the Emperor' came to a world full of immortal sects, and a secular dynasty that was despised by the practitioners gradually came to be on an equal footing with all the top immortal sects.The law of the dynasty is that everything in the world is the king's land, and the shores of the land are the king's ministers! There is only one orthodoxy in the world, and all immortal sects are illegal organizations!

Outer yard disciple of the Tiansang Spirit Palace, Xu Xiaoshou, had average talent. However, after coming out of his death seclusion, he realized that everything had changed. He had received a Passive System with many strange, miraculous passive skills: He would become stronger with every breath. He would become stronger when he got attacked. He would become stronger when he got mocked… Xu Xiaoshou was forced to shout, “Oh God, I don’t want to be like this either. Everything I did was because I was being forced to! I am so passive!”

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.