My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle! - Chapter 1203 - 1209: Capital’s Richest Tycoon

As soon as Li Ye opened his eyes, he saw two three-meter-tall giants fighting each other.

“What sin did I do, I’m going to die just after transmigrating!!”

“Ding, feel that the host is in danger, activate the system, and reward the novice with a big gift package – 12 spell powers”

Since then, Marvel has added a superman who can fly, whose eyes can emit lasers, and who can…

“Hulk, from now on, I will be the strongest on Earth!”

“Thor, I lifted your hammer!”

“Ultra, it’s time to go back to the furnace and rebuild!”

“Hella, just because I beat you, doesn’t mean I want to marry you!”

“Purple Sweet Potato Essence, don’t run away! Don’t you snap your fingers?”

“Gwen, Wanda…we are all family”

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Quinlan, a simple office worker finds himself transmigrated to an extremely dangerous fantasy a land as a level 1 Commoner with nothing to his name but his wits- and a unique gift that accompanied his teleportation.No one in Thalorind could have predicted that this unassuming arrival- with the assistance of his powerful harem made up of exotic beauties- would one day rise to the top, redefining the very meaning of the term 'power'... And that he may have achieved said result by joining a criminal organization and clawing his way through its ranks.However, in the beginning Quinlan is painfully weak and alone, and thanks to his severe trust issues, joining a team is... hard. However, he soon notices that a lot of people have collars around their necks in this world... People that can't exactly betray him.“Oh, so you are a warrior who is looking for a master that strives to become the strongest? You found him.”“Wait, you are an assassin with an amazing, rare class who has a cruel master? Let me help you have a change of ownership...”“I know that you might not be a slave, but one of my classes is 'Slave Master', which would make you stronger should you become one... So how about it?”Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies.

A new emperor rules each year in Yohuachanca.Only the most delicious of food graces his palate; the realm’s most beautiful women fill his harem; his palace dazzles the mind in its beauty; and four priestesses counsel him in all matters. The life of an emperor is good, luxurious, and short. For at the year’s end, he is sacrificed to the Nightlords under the light of the Scarlet Moon.I am Iztac. A pisspoor orphan and the year’s emperor. A sacrifice bound for the altar. But the vampires have made a mistake this time. For I am a sorcerer, whose soul journeys into the secret underworld to plunder the secret spells of the dead. There, in the darkness, hides the power to drag the Nightlords off their throne. I have a year to find it, or perish for good.I may not be the first emperor, but I will be the last.