Nurturing Humanity - Chapter 1144

A Story of banging women's all time.Mike, a 20-year-old supermarket worker, has lived a frustrating life, longing for intimacy but failing to find it. One rainy evening, after finishing his shift, he is struck by a speeding truck while crossing the road and dies instantly. However, his death was a mistake of Angel.__________________________________________He has a Goal in his Life, Fuck a Milf.The Angel Promised him Another Life in Another world, which is backward and Undeveloped.He Got Super Skills to Control women's and fuck them.Will Mike make his dream Come True, or Anything else.[Tags*- #HAREM #R18 #MAGIC #REINCARNATION #ADULT #SYSTEM #SUPERPOWERS #CULTIVATION #DARK]

To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a ‘system’, sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

I’m a roleplayer. A gamer who creates characters according to their classes and happily acts as them.“Don’t… Touch me……”“Talk more and see if you can handle my wrath……”My current character was a Demon Knight who kept a Demon sealed in his right arm! One day while I was just acting as my character and enjoying the game as usual……“Log out.”[This command cannot be carried out.]“……? Log out.”[This command cannot be carried out.]“……???”And as if not being able to log out wasn’t enough…“You disgusting Demon! So you finally took over Sir Demon Knight’s body!”“My eyes cannot be deceived! Sir Demon Knight isn’t that kind!”Because of my damn companions I couldn’t even stop role playing!Can this role playing gamer faithful to their setting ever return to reality?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.