The Sinful Young Master - Chapter 130: Still young and kicking

Yuno is an unlucky part-timer working in a convenience store for Espers and Guides.That means they sell stuff that makes their store look like an adult shop.During his shift, the highest-grade aphrodisiac they have was stolen.He chased the thief, determined to retrieve the stolen Item from their store.But, much to Yuno's annoyance, he found himself in a dangerous situation with Ki Gayoon— the infamous Esper on the verge of a Rampage.How does the saying go again?'The way to an Esper's heart is through his d*ck.'Is Yuno supposed to, uhm, do “it” to calm Ki Gayoon before he snaps and kills them both?#guide #esper #guideverse

[Ding! You get 1 Stone Block!][Ding! You get 1 Dirt Block!]Bob the builder! Oop sorry cannot anger the copyright God on summary alone.Ben is a great uncle…. Yes he was living a poor photographer for daily news paper named…. Okay this gonna make the God angry, let’s try again.Ben is your average construction worker, one day he suddenly find himself surrounded by darkness. He was confused how he found himself in here, but a system screen appear in his eyes.

Yang Yi, along with everyone else, is thrust upon a Maritime Survival Game.Some lucky individuals possess special ships; the Iron Heart is armed to the teeth, the Swift Wind is so fast it’s almost invisible, and the Ironhead charges forward with a massive ram.Only the Nightmare, Yang Yi’s ghost ship, has strange and gory elements.The protagonist’s journey won’t be smooth sailing — this is not a story for the weak-hearted.

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.