MTL - The Full-level Boss is In the Female Respect - Chapter 117 Fragrant

In Zoroastrianism, the mother of evil gods is the source of all evil and darkness!

Legend? Created six demons of “Malicious”, “Chaos”, “Aging”, “Defection”, “Weakness”, and “Destruction”!

Saigo, who obtained the spirit of the “Mother of Evil Gods” in Hakoten, became the “Supreme Supreme” in the overlord;

Look at the ‘ruler of death’, ‘Void Witch’, ‘Tivat’s Demon God’, ‘The Great Demon of Gensokyo’, ‘Dxd’s Demon’, ‘Creator of Demon God Pillar’ and others;

Xixiang is convinced that he has lived up to the name of the “Evil God”;

That being the case, he would shout out the phrase – God is dead!

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What I'm a Dual Cultivator, such a great news but why do I have the skills and strength of the barbarian from the game that I made to pass time??The born frail son of a wealthy family who known by the name “Ye Fei”, he has been always the object of protection by his mother, twin sister, aunts, half -sisters, fiancee and his mother-in-law.But he overcome his weakness by awakening his Dual Cultivation physique and gaining his own game character skills, but now who will burn in his LUST first while living with this many women.As days past, countless beauties in the city have become his increasing lust targets. Well no woman will be left out of his claws.Every beautiful woman is a delicate flower in his eyes, and he will make these delicate flowers his alone. He picked them all around, and then stretched out his powerful wings, so that they would not be hurt a little....He'll take back everything that's belong to him. He'll take back his Father GANG control from his uncle and cousin. He'll find out the mastermind behind the plotting of his mother family loses and kill them in the most ruthless manner possible.Can he control his growing lust while his cousin Ye Yu who got their family gang is plotting for his demise.This is a story that is never told before nor can anyone told; this is the untold story of conquest of love, taboo and lust above all.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.