MTL - What If I Can’t Die? - Chapter 481 festival

[Woman disguised as a man + Shuangqiang super pet] After thousands of tasks, the system is actually poisoned? Clean up the virus, but also bind another system? !

The prosperous and prosperous heartthrob system is being launched, and the gender is being transformed. Please prepare the host for the female supporting role!

Luo Bai: What if I really want to kill it? 【Smile face】

Xiao Mi Mi: My host is so cool and madly dragged to the limit that he really wants to hug his thighs, but he is always disliked and swollen? !

Also known as: “The whole world is crazy about me”

Or also known as: “How to uninstall the heartthrob system? ! 》

Or also known as: “The system asks me to disguise as a man every day to seduce women”

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Li Pu, who has the blood of a summoned beast, originally just wanted to lie down honestly, but found that his talent as a summoner seemed a bit unusual…

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Because of an accident, Max transmigrated to the Lous Land and became a newborn red dragon.

He could’ve just grown up and matured normally, and he would already be at the top of the food chain, but then he obtained the Discipline Makes You Stronger System.

“Congratulations to the host for completing 20 push-ups daily and persisting for one week, bonus reward Red Dragon Physique +100.”

“Congratulations to the host for completing daily swims in the lava and persisting for one week, bonus reward Dragon Breath damage x10.”

“Congratulations to the host for kidnapping one princess a day and persisting for one week, bonus reward Never-falling Golden Gun.”

“Cough, excuse me System, I’m a Dragon, I’m fine without this reward!” Max said hurriedly. Many years later, the name of Max the Red Dragon echoed through the multiverse. Only the mother dragon standing beside tilted her head and said with a puzzled face, “What, what in the world did I give birth to?”

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.