I Beg You All, Please Shut Up - Chapter 282

It has been 10000 years. The tide of spiritual energy has returned.

The prosperous Tokyo has returned to the Edo Period and had hordes of supernatural creatures roaming the streets.

In the desert, the Pharaoh was leading his army and awakening from his eternal slumber.

Vampires and werewolves were locked in a constant battle in the Eastern European plains.

Witches and evil spirits were traversing through the markets of Europa.

The feathered serpent was stretching its body on the American Continent, opening its eyes during the cycle of death.

Humans had fallen from the top of the food chain as they remembered the fear that the legends carried.

In this world where demons and monsters roamed, Lester looked at the shadow of the ferocious worm cast on his body and told his system.

“Please give me a set of Sunfire Cape, Randuin's Omen, Frozen Heart, Spirit Visage, Warmog's Armor, Thornmail, oh yes, and the Gargoyle's Stoneplate, Force of Nature, Adaptive Helm, as well as Righteous Glory...”

He then brought his hands together against the trembling monsters.

“I am not talented, but I am going to bust your heads open today!”

“Grasp of the Undying!” Life Value +5

“Dark Harvest!”Damage Growth +5

“Overgrowth!” Life Value +2%

“Gathering Storm!” Spell Strength +100

What? You want me to eat these mutated creatures? Let me tell you! I, Lester, will rather die of starvation or jump down from here than to...

System: “Life Value +40”

“Wow, it tastes great!”

What I'm a Dual Cultivator, such a great news but why do I have the skills and strength of the barbarian from the game that I made to pass time??The born frail son of a wealthy family who known by the name “Ye Fei”, he has been always the object of protection by his mother, twin sister, aunts, half -sisters, fiancee and his mother-in-law.But he overcome his weakness by awakening his Dual Cultivation physique and gaining his own game character skills, but now who will burn in his LUST first while living with this many women.As days past, countless beauties in the city have become his increasing lust targets. Well no woman will be left out of his claws.Every beautiful woman is a delicate flower in his eyes, and he will make these delicate flowers his alone. He picked them all around, and then stretched out his powerful wings, so that they would not be hurt a little....He'll take back everything that's belong to him. He'll take back his Father GANG control from his uncle and cousin. He'll find out the mastermind behind the plotting of his mother family loses and kill them in the most ruthless manner possible.Can he control his growing lust while his cousin Ye Yu who got their family gang is plotting for his demise.This is a story that is never told before nor can anyone told; this is the untold story of conquest of love, taboo and lust above all.

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.

Within the red tent, under the passionate eyes of the man on top, she was forced to make love and three thousand black strands turned to white.