MTL - The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter - Chapter 750 The taste of hometown, don't have a taste

Raised as nothing more than a weapon, Xin Long was kidnapped and forged into a killer — his freedom severed, his name reduced to a whisper. In a world where trust is a death wish and mercy is a myth, he treads a path of blood and betrayal, outwitting ruthless foes and surviving inhuman trials. Yet, the deeper he delves into the shadows of Jianghu, the more he unravels a web of dark secrets that bind the martial world.Step into the dark side of Jianghu and witness the so-called Forgotten Tale — a story never meant to be told...

Han Cai had a very good life, as he was born into a wealthy merchant family. He had access to anything he wanted, and he was always safe, protected by guards at all times. His family was one of the wealthiest in the town, and no one dared to offend them.

All of this was going to change. Han Cai's father was taking him to the Sky Soaring sect, where he would begin his life as a cultivator.

His past life was filled with regret and loneliness, and he was grateful for the opportunity to start anew in the world.

But honestly, he knew he was a Scoundrel in his past life and will be one in this life too.

He looked at his system panel

[Name: Han Cai]

[Age: 10]

[Life Span: 40 Years]

»Strength: 1

»Perception: 1

»Agility: 1

»Speed: 1

»Constitution: 1

»Intelligence: 2

»Charm: 1

[Exchange Points: 820 (1/day)]

[System Update : ? (Collect 1000 Exchange points to unlock)]

[Initiate Law of Equal Exchange?]

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Keywords: Transmigration , Action, Adventure, System, Male Protagonist , Accelerated Growth ,Anti-social Protagonist ,Calm Protagonist ,Cautious Protagonist , Charming Protagonist, Cheat , Clones , Handsome Male Lead , Selfish Protagonist , Strength-based Social Hierarchy , Hard-Working Protagonist

Gods and demons fought, the worlds collapsed, only eternal immortal realm, lasting in the world.

After eternity, a god of war named Zhao Yun condensed the heavens and the earth, recast the cosmos, from the blue to the earth, marked the eternal immortal realm, in the name of the god, the king is over the world.

Since then, what he said is a myth.

- Description from MTL

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.