MTL - Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price - Chapter 506 There is Tathagata in Xiaoleiyin Temple

A man transmigrates as Dominic, an extra in a game. Being chosen my the Lords to defeat the MC of the game, he has to level up to the greatest ever limit. He has to defeat the MC but he needs some women by his side to help him. He needs the greatest harem. Exploiting them he gains not just a harem but also copies their special abilities.Just like a game, he gets to take down every member so as to face the MC.Please read on. I may not be frequent in updating but if I notice a good start I could release frequent chapters. Also support me with power stones.

After Chu Zheng was inexplicably judged to be dead, the only trouble was – spending money.

Since the binding of this system, her waist has not been sore, her legs have not hurt, and she is not even breathing. She lives in fear of spending money every day.

System: Let’s set a small goal and defeat it by 100 million… Miss, stop! Don’t just turn on the invincible mode! (▼ dish▼#)

Chuzheng: Can you first explain what this thing holding my thigh is?

Something: Baby, you can do whatever you want.

Chuzheng: (touching the knife) Well, then I’m welcome.

System: Miss, please put down the butcher knife! ! (▼へ▼メ)

#Miss, you can really do whatever you want, find out#

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That day the sun set and never rose again...............Author Spotlight:Chen Dong — WebNovel's legendary titan behind global phenomena like 'Perfect World', 'The Sacred Ruins' and'World of Longevity‘— returns with his most ambitious saga yet. Crowned among the platform's all-time greats, this master of epic worldbuilding has dominated fiction charts for many times, with multiple novels adapted into hit games. When this trailblazer drops a new book, millions brace for sleepless nights.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?