MTL - Emperor of All Games: I Have a Tyrant Simulator - Chapter 400 Advance City 4

The new book “Cultivation of Immortals Begins from Planting Sweet Potatoes” has been released, and new and old book lovers are welcome to come and read it!

A poor boy whose parents died accidentally found a mysterious space and set foot on the avenue of cultivating immortals. From then on, he planted spiritual herbs, refined elixir, opened shops, trained troops, and established a fairyland…

This article is about cultivating immortals and farming, not for mortals, not for stallions.

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Content warning: Sexual content and lots, lots and lots of lemons, nonchalant MC, Milfs, “Magical fingers”______________________________“Damn! How? How do they keep finding me!?”In a world where an individuals spirit power decided their fate, Mason Harris — a 16 year old boy, always believed he was destined to live an average life, his only interests were in girls and women, with thick thighs and large breasts.It all seemed ordinary, that is until his 16th birthday became a trigger for his bloodline awakening.He felt his body becoming stronger, his five senses grew sharper tenfold and he grew wings!?Just when he thought he had finally awakened his spirit powers, strange things started happening, things that couldn't be achieved by ordinary spirit powers, things he couldn't explain— that is, until he learnt the truth. He wasn't just an ordinary spirit caster.He was the last descendant of the Incubus demon bloodline, a race of demons who prey sexually on women.But that wasn't all, his bloodline, it's command and order was so powerful that it drove supernatural beings — especially women, crazy.His family? They didn't know what he was, his mother had no idea what her husband was, even after he disappeared months after Mason's birth.It didn't take long before he realized that no matter where he went, he wasn't alone. Stalking him and lurking in the shadows were a much darker force who have stayed hidden for thousands of years, fairies, werewolves, elves, sirens and worst of all — succubus!All drawn to him for reasons he could not explain.No matter where he went, he was always hunted down by these succubus!Why is this happening to him? Why did these beings appear now? He couldn't help but feel part of a much larger scheme.But one thing was for certain, with an army of succubus, elves and werewolves at his disposal, he knew he could never lead a normal life ever again._____________________________A/N: It's my first time writing this kind of novel, so reviews are highly welcomed in order for me to progress forward.

A male university student, Yu Qingtan, had transmigrated. He became a reserve little girl at the Cultivation World’s Tianxiang Pavilion. Take a close look at himself? Visit the boudoir of girls from the same period? Share feelings with a bestie? Not a chance, business would start soon, and he was still thinking about these things? Did he want to become the laughingstock among the many transmigrators? Yu Qingtan, she panicked! What to do? Waiting Online , quite urgent!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”