MTL - I Got Caught After Flirting with the Wrong Person - Chapter 142 I want you

220 years ago, in the legendary Dragon Demon War, Hero Azell ended the war by killing the evil Dragon Demon race’s King Atein. He was able to save the population, but as a consequence, he was cursed. While he was dying, the high magician suggested a gamble that might save his life.

Haruto Saito, was playing a mobile game called “King of Cards” when his phone exploded due to overheating. He then transmigrated into the world of Naruto and found out...Why can I see the name, identity, and reputation of each of them?Killing hostile ninjas will drop cards? Ninjutsu cards! Taijutsu cards! Forbidden jutsu cards! Mystic jutsu cards! Can cards be eaten? Will you gain corresponding abilities after eating them? What are equipment cards? Killing Uchiha clan ninjas can drop Sharingan bloodline cards? Killing Hyuga clan ninjas can drop Byakugan bloodline cards? What if I kill Kaguya? ! !Naruto world is gamified! Reputation exchange! Ninjutsu enhancement! Achievement rewards! Unlimited first kills!“Excuse me, I'm not targeting anyone, I just say that everyone here is garbage!” At the Five Kage Conference, Haruto Saito said lightly, tapping his fingers on the table.

Wei Chi transmigrated to the Nine Continents of the Celestial Realm. Initially, he was prepared to just be an honest third son of a family. However, after a turn of events, he had no choice but to inherit an entire divine cultivation plan.From then onward, his vibe changed a little.When he saw a girl with decent talents, he immediately asked, “Girl, are you interested in divine cultivation?”In the blink of an eye, 10 million years had passed.Numerous top-class empresses flew through the sky and showed up in front of Wei Chi.Wei Chi wailed and yelled,“I really don’t have any more cultivation methods!”“Please stop coming here!”“You’re all grown-ups now!”

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.