Return of the Legendary Runesmith - Chapter 437 - 436- I am not against it

What happens when a ruthless MMA champion, who's lived a life full of Dominance, Blood, and Indulgence, suddenly finds himself in the world of cultivation?Rahu, a fighter feared for his brutality and hedonistic way of life, who was just moments away from laying his hands on his latest ‘prize’ after another victory…All of a sudden, transmigrates into the body of a youth who was half-beaten to death just because a powerful clan elder’s wife took an interest in him?Thrown into an unfamiliar world where ‘Power’ reigns supreme. He awakens a terrifying physique [Infinite Dimension Physique] – One of the only three Forbidden constitutions in existence.The fists that once crushed men shall soon crush the arrogant gods.

Wu Chang has a special talent. He can see the words left by the dead in the form of bloodstains. After being involved into a Global Game, Wu finds his ability exceptionally useful.“Successfully entered 'Desolate—Plane 46957.”“Dungeon Name: Moonlight Sanatorium.”“Dungeon Type: Single Player Survival Dungeon.”“Dungeon Difficulty: B.”“Dungeon Status: On the verge of losing control.”

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

After seeking pleasure in the nightclub and a night of romance, he discovered there’s a seed in his stomach;