MTL - I’m Really Not An NPC - Chapter 892

In the future timeline, Humankind had developed things that brought a revolution to the world. But their best invention was fully immersive VR games that became more and more advanced as time passed. They could create new worlds— in virtual reality, that was more beautiful and profound than the real world they lived in.

In a world where Spirit Summoners bond with legendary heroes to save civilization, I awakened as F-Rank—the absolute weakest.While my classmates summoned knights, saints, and mythic champions, my summoning glitched. The circle turned red, and when the smoke cleared, I was staring at the Tyrant Empress—a Calamity-tier villainess who nearly destroyed the world 800 years ago.Everyone calls me cursed. Dangerous. A threat that should be eliminated.They're right to be afraid.Because the Tyrant Empress wasn't the only one who answered my call.And unlike the others, my strength is forged in pleasure.Through forbidden dual cultivation with my villainesses, I grow without end.My name is Cade Marlowe, and I don't summon heroes.I only summon villainesses.

After obtaining a unique nanosuit with SSS-rank potential, Zion sets out on a journey through outer space to grow stronger, build a fleet, and take revenge on those who betrayed him.The nanosuit’s potential is immense, but can Zion survive long enough to make full use of it and take revenge on those who betrayed him?

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.