Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World - Chapter 86 A plan

It’s the age of superhumans!Genetic modifications, Cybernetic enhancements, magic enchantments- the choice is yours! For the right price, you can rise above the masses and gain power only ever seen in myths!For the right price!No matter how far humanity advances, power will always fall in the hands of the wealthy few. It was a truth Dante learned at a very young age and with it came a burning hatred for those who look down on everyone from their ivory towers.The flames grew stronger once he found himself faced with the cruelty of those who rule from above. He swore revenge on each and every one of them, but true power couldn’t be fought with hatred alone.In his search for a weapon that could help him take his revenge, Dante crosses paths with a certain Artifact, his fate taking a turn he could never have anticipated.

Silas was not like other omegas; he was stronger than them and feared no one. This was because he couldn't feel the pheromones of alphas,but his mate rejected him on his 18th birthday and accepted his stepbrother instead. Silas decided to leave the pack, but just then, something terrible happened, and he ended up in the hands of their rival pack.There, he reunited with his long-lost brother, who was dearly loved by the four alpha brothers of that pack. But what will happen when Silas starts to feel the mate bond with those four brothers?---------------------------------“Your eyes are the most beautiful,” said a handsome alpha and my boss, who was my brother's mate. I didn't want to feel anything for him, it was wrong.“Stay away from me,” I pushed him away. But still, he came closer and started sniffing my scent near my neck. When I looked up, I saw my brother standing at the door, watching us.---------------------------in this story mc is-Strong omega-confident-overprotective-stubborn-savage

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…

“Can’t I properly read stallion novels anymore!”