MTL - A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot - Chapter 318 Bletilla striata glue

A veteran player of “Starry Abyss” and a Meteor Fall Master known as Ace Bro, Li Zi came to the game world with his system template, arriving at the era of the game's beta version.This was the worst of times.Cosmic forces and financial magnates colluded, causing The Gate to the cosmos to be shut, planets' resources exhausted, even sunlight monopolized.It was also the best of times.All the Extraordinary Systems had just started, and in this era, only he possessed the final version patch as a Meteor Fall Master.While people reveled in the smoke of plasma cannons, Li Zi had already torn apart warships with Gravity.As Special Ability users proudly indulged in their awakened abilities, Moonlight had already become a servant to Li Zi.When the Interstellar Fleet crossed the Galaxy, Li Zi had just ignited the forty-second Stellar, illuminating the entire cosmos.“People have been trapped on the ground for too long and have forgotten that this Starry Sky should belong to us all,” he said gently, holding a black hole in his hand while facing an indescribable native Evil God.

[All my novels contains mature themes this one included!! R18 Ahead. I'm damn good in it SO BEWARE!!!]Roger thought he’d seen enough horror and slaughter. But nothing prepared him for the day his mentor—an elite swordsman was ripped in half by something not even the gods should have created.Terrified, alone, and soaked in cold sweat, Roger fled deeper into a jungle that had swallowed countless heroes before him. But what awaited him wasn’t death. It was something far worse.A succubus.The succubus who drained him to his bones.He thought he would never woke up, but he found himself not dead, but reborn... in a temple carved from white stone, beneath the towering gaze of a statue unlike any god he had ever seen or heard.Then came the voice—deep, commanding, and ancient.“I am the God of Chaos. The ruler of the new world. The supreme—Hades.”With those words, Roger’s world unraveled.He was shown visions of a forgotten truth: the Ragnarok of the Gods was never an end, but a transformation. The six most powerful gods—righteous and evil—had not died, but merged. Their remnants gave birth to a being that defied all divine logic, a god born from contradictions: justice and malice, order and desire, light and destruction.Hades.Now, with a wicked grin stretching across the fabric of fate, the God of Chaos has made Roger an offer no sane man should accept... but no ambitious fool can resist.“So you want me to be your messenger? But what can I gain from it?” Roger asked with an expectant look.“Become my messenger I shall grant you the power to stand above all life—save for me.”But Roger is no noble hero. He’s a rogue, a pervert, a coward who cries when death knocks at the door. Yet he's also cunning, curious—and fatally tempted by power and the chance to live without ever bowing again.Now Roger a selfish bastard with a broken sword, a sharp tongue, and the spine to spit in a god’s eye must choose what kind of man he will become: pawn, parasite… or prophet of chaos.Now it looks like one bastard adventurer might just rewrite the fate of Nirn.

One scam package,That's all it took to drag the 17-year-old Cail into the world of the void....He thought he had ordered a limited-edition sneakers. But what came was a shady-looking package on his front gate. It smelled like rotten egg and sulfur. Inside the package was a strange box.It's filled with eccentric junk. They looked very intricate and mysterious. He thought, “I probably got someone else's package, a package from someone that was very interested in mysticism.”An old coin, a cracked compass, a ring with an ugly center stone, and some other weird looking trinkets.So he did what any broke student would do:He sold it. He figured someone might want them for cosplay or something. Well, except the gold-rimmed glasses that seemed to fit him very well.“Damn, I paid 7,000 nu for that sneaker; I better get something out from this scam package.”Then all hell broke loose. Strange people started approaching him.People brought that junk. Very strange people wearing suspicious get up trying to buy those stuff in the sketchiest manner possible.As he kept selling, he realized that the box was refilling, it seemed to have an endless supply of those strange stuff. Those people called it 'artifacts'.Then one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his arm; inside the tattoo was an independent space containing the box. It is basically inseparable from him.“I didn't ask for any of this to happen. But now, strange people come to me with desperate offers. Money, memories, and even soul.”He's just trying to survive high school while earning some money!He had no idea what was going on, but apparently, this thing that he got? It's not just an artifact. It's a contract.As Cail navagates school life, part-time jobs, and otherworldly clients, he starts asking the real question:When did I become an artifact dealer?!By day, he is just an ordinary student, a NPC character.And by night? He is The Dealer. Selling ancient items and dealing with people that he probably shouldn't be talking to.“Since I'm already in this mess, might as well profit off of it.”

Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically.

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states.

To the jerk’s profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, “Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!”

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world.

A certain rich empire’s CEO: “Don’t mind me. I’m just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!” The queen’s mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, “Who are you again? Don’t even bother!”

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