MTL - Back To 1995 - Chapter 27 Uninvited guests (seeking collection)

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. And even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.

However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed…

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What would you do if you were told you only had five years to live?Aster Mistral, suffering from an incurable congenital “disease” that saps life force out of his every breath, decided to fight with all his might. Waking up into the future, 2,500 years later, he embarks on a quest to find a cure for his ailment!“My target! To find the Panacea on the 1,000th floor of the dungeon!”Together with trustworthy allies, he forges a path of blood and corpses, building his foundation and increasing his level! However, he can’t stay in dungeons all the time, as he has a duty to fulfill.“To raise the human DNA average of the world, the government wants my seeds?!”Follow Aster on his laidback journey of fighting monsters, courting girls, escaping adversaries, and discovering secrets about himself!

[Welcome to a New World, Innkeeper! Let’s build something cozy~]Masterchef Finn thought he was finally getting his restaurant when he was literally thrown into a world filled with beasts and magical creatures.And…he had to build an inn? Smack in the middle of nowhere? Er, no, not nowhere. In the middle of monster-infested areas!Fortunately, he had a massive shield to protect him and the inn. He could build stuff with the press of a button, and he could buy useful things from a mysterious market. He even got a cute panda mascot as a taste tester.Maybe this place wasn’t as bad as he thought.He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could finally live the relaxed life focused on cooking that he had once dreamed of!However, he soon realized that his future customers would be adventurers, mercenaries, merchants, and even other creatures. He was tasked to house them and feed them, to help them survive in the most dangerous part of their world.Like this, he was inexplicably drawn to a bigger world and was pushed to take on responsibilities outside his precious comfort zone.He was even asked to do [Missions] himself!What kind of Innkeeper is expected to do monster clearings!?...____If you like:- Adventures and Monster Fights (Weak to Strong tho!)- Quests / Missions- LitRPG- Cooking!- Business-building / Money-making- Inn-building / Infrastructure- Slice-of-life / Cozy!Check this story out!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?