MTL - Starting from Zero - v23 Chapter 46 The battlefield that is getting worse

[Beast Mastery][Summoning][Pets][Evolution][Development]Demon, Savage, Nether, Damnation, Mechanism, Soldier, Medicine, Abnormal, Witch, Immortal, Ferocious...This world is a world of monsters, filled with countless diverse “Fond Spirits”.But in this world, humans also wield the power of “occupation classes”. Once awakened, they can have Contract Imprints, allowing them to form contracts with the monsters, creating entirely new bonds.[For Instance]♦F-level Occupation Class “Manicurist”- helps the Fond Spirits trim their claws, making them beautiful, or sharper.♦E-level Occupation Class “Hunter”- marks and chases, closely collaborating with the Fond Spirits, the most classic hunting occupation class.♦C-level Occupation Class “Puppeteer”- manipulates Fond Spirits at crucial moments, making their strikes more precise and powerful.♦B-level Occupation Class “Midwife”- assists pregnant Fond Spirits with health checkups, giving random blessing effects to the newborns.♦B-level Occupation Class “Mechanic”- under the right conditions, modifies the Fond Spirits, turning them into semi-mechanical beings.♦A-level Occupation Class “Dragon Knight”- rides dragon-type Fond Spirits into battle. Man and dragon unite, becoming invincible.♦S-level Occupation Class “Arch Warlock”- intensifies the elemental properties of Contracted Fond Spirits and seals their skills in advance to execute forbidden spells for the second time....♦C-level Occupation Class “Fitness Trainer”...♦D-level Occupation Class “Flame Thief”...♦A-level Occupation Class “Mysterious Merchant”...♦B-level Occupation Class “Gourmet”...♦Special Occupation Class “Brave”......(I already have a completed work of 3 million characters titled “Master of Pets”. “The Rising of the Fond Spirits” is my second work, a Beast Mastery tale with entirely original settings, you're welcome to try it out!)

From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

Xiao Ze, who was dedicated to the people and vowed to become a generation of Ming Jun, accidentally fell on a little lady.
The little lady was born beautiful and lovable.
So Xiao Ze accepted his life and got the name of fear.

ps:
①The male protagonist has no concubine, and he is dedicated to serving the country.

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