Global Mutation: Opening with Swallowing a Black Mamba - Chapter 341 - 342: War Tree Man! Mechanical Silver Wolf King

#noNTR #noYuri{Transmigration} + {Weak-to-Strong} + {Unique Power System} + {Face-Slapping} + {Arrogance Punished} + {Character Growth}Smut will be semi-optional and clearly marked:* — Light teasing or brief sexual scenes.** — Extended foreplay, or chapters where more than half the content is smut.*** — Chapters that are almost entirely smut.Alternative title: GA Guide to Breeding VillainessesShin was an elite soldier until a career-ending injury forced him into a dull, early retirement. To kill the boredom, he took on an impossible challenge: conquering the “Hell Mode” route of the world-renowned dating sim, The Guide to Taming Villainesses.He didn't just win; he became the only player to clear the game using its most pathetic character—a bloated, awkward loser who shared his name.His feat catches the eye of the game creator, a sadistic Goddess of Conquest. Bored with the status quo, she drags Shin into the game’s world and issues a challenge: Win the game or face permanent death.If Shin can conquer the souls of the world’s most dangerous women and reach the true ending, he will transcend humanity to become a God among Gods.Armed with the Taming System, Shin begins his journey by shattering the pride of the untouchable “Queens,” seducing hot MILFs, and gaining new friends and allies.As his harem grows, so does his power.

A young man who had longed for stories of good and evil since childhood lost his life in a tragic accident and was reincarnated as a boy named Chrono Mak in another world.

He learned that in this other world, there is magic and witchcraft, and depending on how you train them, you can become as strong as you want to be, so he decided to become the strongest demon king in order to recreate the story of justice and evil he once dreamed of.

Jiang Chaosheng has passed the book. The male protagonist is the reborn prince with excellent luck, and he is the cannon fodder prince who is destined to fail in the palace fight. He is about to be sent to the desolate island in the extreme south, and the fiefs are less than 100 people.

Jiang Chaosheng sunbathed salt, fished… He soon prepared abundant supplies for the rest of his life, but there was an accident when he was eating and waiting to die. He was slow to discover that there were fish thieves in the house!

Jiang Chaosheng set a trap and successfully caught the fish thief on the spot
It was a beautiful merman with eyes like emeralds and hair like sapphire
The poor little merman has a slender waist, glistening scales, and a pitiful posture: I can’t afford the supplies, but I can be your wife and give birth to a little mermaid to repay you
Jiang Chaosheng: Also… not impossible
After a long time, Jiang Chaosheng learned that his wife is actually the villain of the original text, the psychological shadow of the male protagonist Long Aotian, the King of the Sea who is rich in the sea.
The lucky salted fish attack vs the cruel shark emperor
Content tags: childbirth, spirits, ghosts, sweet texts, through books
Search keywords: Protagonists: Jiang Chaosheng, Ji Xuanbing ┃ Supporting roles: ┃ Others:

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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.”