MTL - Heavenly Monarch of All Times - v47 Chapter 4702 The first stranger

“Here's what happened. I was in a desperate situation when I accidentally encountered a dragon. It told me I was a martial arts prodigy and said it would teach me the Dao of Immortality…” “This excuse for skipping class and cultivating in secret… is that seriously the reason?” “I don’t care whether it’s human or not, what matters is that the dragon said: ‘If you want to become strong, kneel and call me Master.’”

Main story:In a Unknown and Distant world, the Underworld is looming over, threatening to Invade and wreak havoc in Imarion.The citizens of that world, wanting to save their world but knew that they were no match for the Underworld.As their last resort, they summon people from another world, who have the support of the goddess.Dainsleif and his Class of students were either lucky or unlucky that they were summoned to world with magic and beautiful wonders.Everyone else were thrilled, but not Dainsleif. He saw it as a curse.His dreams of living a peaceful life after an unbelievable incident were shattered. But even a though he wanted to bring peace to this world, he wasn't provided the power to achieve that.**Second life:Dainsleif was betrayed and forced to kill himself. But in the Eternal Void after Death, An item he found long ago at a secret location activated. It gave him a second chance and brought him to a time he first entered this endangered world.The item made him the successor of a race that longed to exist. The bloodline of that race gave him a power stronger than even the gods of that world.Later turns out, the People who betrayed him, Loved him the most. 'So what?' he asked himself. their feelings doesn't erase what they had done to him.The women now wants to make up for their actions, but how could they when the person has blocked all paths to forgiveness?He would rather find new ways to be happy and live a life far away from them.In this cycle of misunderstanding, will Dain find the peace and enjoying life he wanted? or would he be stuck in that cycle forever?

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.