MTL - Starting Off Survival With A Small Treehouse - Chapter 311 Lou Feier, advanced to the intermediate level!

[Simulator+Cultivation+Farming Stream+Survival Stream]One day, through transmigration, Su Xing arrived in a data-centric high martial world.This world had extraordinary strong beings known as professionals, favored by the “heavens,” who could level up and strengthen themselves by running dungeons and killing monsters.Su Xing changed his job to the hidden profession of Cultivator, but due to unknown reasons, he could not gain experience or level up like other professionals.Unable to level up, he could only cultivate… but in this era where Spiritual Energy was depleted and Cultivators were nearly extinct, even obtaining Spiritual Energy was a luxury. After four years in college, Su Xing was still a minor in the Qi Refining Stage, struggling even to graduate.Fortunately, he awakened the golden finger “Life Simulator,” which allowed him to simulate the future by paying energy and bring back the Cultivation Level, items, and more from the simulation to the real world.However, in the simulated future, the Foreign Race invaded in full force, leading to the overthrow of the Human Race overnight.In such desperate circumstances, Su Xing chose to lie low and develop, cultivating Spirit Plants, concocting Elixirs, enhancing his Cultivation Level, improving the overall strength of the Human Race… He continuously strengthened himself through the simulator, becoming a hidden powerhouse, silently resisting the invasion of the Foreign Race…ps: This is a story about a simulator, leaning towards a careful survival strategy, farming development, and operating from behind the scenes…

In this fantasy world, music and aether rules all. However, there is constant threat of demons and natural catastrophes. The most powerful men are musicians who use music, alchemy, and spells to safeguard their homes. A young man who just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled, starts his journey of becoming musician – a journey that leads him to the crown of justice and glory.We are born of aether, grow under aether and die as aether. Awe of Aether! – Holy Code.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18]Lots of Melons. Only NTR Netori - No Netorare.Alex was nineteen, a college student, and apparently the universe decided to curse him… with a system.[MILF Paradise System Activated][Notification: Nearby MILF detected][Alert: Desire levels rising][Ding! System online]Every MILF in his neighborhood was hopelessly drawn to him. Every glance, every brush of skin, every accidental touch made them want… more. And trust him, more was exactly what they were going to get.He got caught hooking up with his neighbor’s wife because of it. His parents kicked him out. And now? He was moving into the ultimate hotspot for horny, desperate MILFs: the infamous MILF Apartments.With the system buzzing in his head constantly, every MILF he met was a temptation he couldn’t ignore. Every encounter was a test of control… though control was the last thing he had. From the blonde bombshell next door in her soft maxi dress, to the yoga instructor with a killer ass… he was living in a paradise of desire. The system wasn’t subtle. It was relentless. It was teasing him. It was daring him. And it was making sure he was constantly… busy.Welcome to the MILF Paradise System.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.