Stand User in Marvel Universe - Chapter 2: Dio

Talismans are a part of cultivation and what a better way to get into cultivating than to have the three top sects send talismans around.The “good” sect sends a talisman to make someone extremely beautiful.The “bad” sect sends a talisman to make everything around the person turn into a death sentence.The “neutral” sect sends a talisman of amplification by accident.What happens to a woman who has just gotten pregnant?Everything hits her belly.Join in as Rex who is in the fourth mortal realm gets a second chance to cultivate.

I claimed to be better than the MC. An Eldritch entity decided to put my claim to the test and reincarnated me into the world of the novel I read. But, I’m not alone. There are five other reincarnates?

Wait, wait, wait! Why is the MC a regressor now? That wasn’t part of the script!

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”