MTL - Royal Beast: The Strongest Breeder - Chapter 140 hang up? (2 in 1)

“When I left you, it wasn’t because I was materialistic.”

“I know.”

“He doesn’t love me. I already broke up with him.”

“I know.”

“You knew? I didn’t know you were still so concerned about me…”

“I know because he and I are now a couple.”

This is a story about how a poor loser turned into a tall, handsome and rich guy and snatched his ex-girlfriend’s current boyfriend away.

- Description from Novelupdates

They say Knowledge is power. This was the truest fact; something Adam built his empire around.

He wasn’t always this rich. He wasn’t always this powerful. There was a time he too struggled to earn enough for the treatment of his sick and dying mother.

Yes, he still remembered that day, that Halloween Night. The starry sky under where his life turned anew, changing for eternity.

Follow Adam’s Gospel; a young man juggling between different duties with only two goals.

Becoming rich, growing powerful.

The global escape game is here.

The clown with a fire axe hiding in the dark corner, the terrifying smirk of the chainsaw killer in the next room, in the pond… Jason the masked killer who disappeared without a trace, the swarming zombie frenzy…

And what the player has to do is to do everything possible to escape in these dangerous dungeons.

And Li Yan, after crossing over, awakened the survival simulator, which can simulate the process of escaping the copy.

“You were killed with an axe by the clown hiding in the corner…”

“The simulation is over, you work hard and you gain talent – your power is infinite”

“You killed the clown hiding in the corner with one punch…”

“And taking his fire axe, he ran to the next door and beat the chainsaw killer.”

“The Chainsaw Killer has become your horse boy”

One minute on stage, ten years off stage…

after numerous simulations.

Li Yan found out that it was these dungeon NPCs who should really escape…

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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.