Ever since assuming the guise of ‘Leto,’ Altair had defeated countless enemies, many stronger than William. Despite this, he felt momentarily suppressed by William’s aura.
‘It must be nothing.’
Altair dismissed his intuition. Logically, one swift strike should sever William’s neck.
With confidence, he slashed in a trajectory aimed precisely at William’s neck.
Clang!
Sparks flew. The sound of swords clashing resonated. But the outcome was not as Altair had expected.
“You have a better sword than I thought.”
“……”
“And your skill is… better than I anticipated.”
Each clash revealed the depth of William’s experience. Yet Altair wasn’t uneasy; rather, the opposite.
‘As expected, no variables.’
William’s skill was within expectations.
So was the durability of his sword.
Both were ‘better than expected,’ not ‘surpassingly astonishing.’
“……!”
Altair’s eyes widened, his waist momentarily twisted. He nearly got slashed by William’s sword at his flank.
‘How did he find an opening!’
Altair was confident for a reason. He wore a range of items that practically made him invincible against an opponent of equal skill.
Sweat trickled down his forehead.
Could it be that William is…
Perhaps more skilled than he had anticipated. The problem was that this opened a whole new realm of questions.
‘But why then was he beaten by someone like Tobias?’
He nearly died; it wasn’t an act or a scheme.
He couldn’t have improved his skills in such a short time either.
“You’re full of openings.”
Before Altair could even find an answer to his question, William’s sword precisely pierced his neck.
“You also think too much.”
Each word was colder than the last. While Altair was not the type to sit silently in the face of provocation, he couldn’t utter a word with a blade threatening his vital points. William’s lips slightly curled up.
“You don’t even have the skills to pass the knight squadron entry exam. How can someone like you claim to be a hero? What a waste of comrades.”
“……Ha, ha, ha.”
Altair nimbly rolled his body, avoiding the threat of the sword blade. A hollow laugh escaped his lips. It wasn’t a laugh of joy, but a bitter chuckle borne out of an incredible situation.
“Being a village squadron leader, your pride in the squadron seems quite high, doesn’t it?”
“……The one who’s continuously losing to that village squadron leader is you.”
“No.”
A vile smile rose on Altair’s face.
“I have comrades.”
He had noticed Riridel approaching him about ten minutes ago. But he had continued to delay, not letting it show.
Now, only a few dozen steps separated him and Riridel.
It would only take less than a minute to stall.
And Altair had more than enough skill for that.
William’s face was tense, possibly realizing the same, but there was nowhere for him to retreat now. Even if he ran, he would be immediately captured by Altair.
After all, Altair had more than enough skills and items to tie down his opponent.
So William had no choice but to fight, even though he sensed his defeat.
It worked out very well for Altair.
Moreover, William hadn’t even considered that the comrade might be Riridel.
When Riridel finally reached right behind him, a defeated expression rose on his face.
If they were both skilled, he could easily face two opponents. But what if one of them was an exceptional magician?
The winner was more or less already decided.
Without wasting a single second, Altair halfshouted.
“Riridel! Kill this old man!”
But the situation took a completely different turn from what Altair had expected. Riridel, who should have attacked William by default, questioned him with a trembling voice.
“Why……? Altair, why are you telling me to kill the squadron leader?”
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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