MTL - eSports Has No Live Stream - Chapter 110

Yun Rong, the mountain demon, had slept for 2,000 years. She could only be awakened by the offering and prayers from the common people. However, one day she was rudely awakened by a weird machine called excavator.

Yun Rong was really angry. Which wicked person dares to move my mountain! She decided to show herself to the person in charge to resolve the situation.

Yun Rong: “Who permitted you to move my mountain?”

Development Manager: “Our company’s General Manager.”

Yun Rong: “Outrageous! Take me to see him!”

The Development Manager disdainfully said: “Do you think just because you want to see our General Manager you could meet him?”

Yun Rong modestly asked: “Then how could I meet him?”

Development Manager: “Minimum you have to be worth 100 million!”

From then on, Yun Rong went down the mountain to raise her worth to at least 100 million only to discover that the world had changed a lot after 2,000 years. Apart from blessing the common people with good weather for crops and abundant harvest, she couldn’t do anything else. She realized then it would be quite difficult to raise her worth to 100 million.

Lu He Nian said pamperingly: “Not difficult at all. What’s mine is yours.”

Yun Rong said innocently: “Wishing your family luck and prosperity!”

( mountain demon is also known as mountain god )

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There is a very strange restaurant in the City of Sin.

Elves and dwarves must share a table, orcs are strangely well behaved, dragons are only welcomed on the small square in front of the restaurant, and the demons must bring their own stool.

This strange restaurant with their strange rules continuous to attract a long line of customers.

“This place serves the best food! The chef of this restaurant is a genius!” Some of the guests in the restaurant left glowing reviews. But these guests have a word of warning for other guests, “No matter what you do, never, never attempt to kidnap the boss or try to ‘eat and run’. You will die.”

A cute little girl stood near the door, and demanded in her tiny voice, “You have eaten the food, now pay up, or I will beat you to death.” The five-meter tall dragon suddenly felt a chill running up its spine.

Notice to Readers This is a NETORI novel—where the protagonist does the stealing, not the crying. If you’re here for NTR (netorare) tears, you’re in the wrong place. Thanks for reading! *Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. IF YOU ARE NOT 21 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER, PLEASE EXIT THIS NOVEL NOW! THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, INCLUDING NON-CONSENUAL SEX, ABUSE, AND BREAST PLAY. IT IS SIMPLY FANTASY AND IN NO WAY CONDOLES THE ABUSE OF WOMEN. IT IS HERE FOR PLEASURE ONLY.

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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