A Practical Guide to Evil - Chapter 42Vol 6 : Castigation

Beneath the neon-lit bustling city, unknown monsters lurk.Martial arts sects, biological modifications, cutting-edge mechas, golden bloodlines, abyssal alien species...Chen Feng arrives in this world, similar to Earth, and discovers he can enter a strange dream world where he can pick up various light groups.【Limit-Break Light Group: Can enhance martial arts skills, break limits, and upgrade!】【Attribute Light Group: Can randomly increase four-dimensional attribute points, bigger and stronger, add points!】【Talent Light Group: You gain the talent - Cyan Armor, able to switch combat forms, with power increase by 100%........】【Skill Light Group: You obtain the Extreme Refinement Method, destined to break human limits......】As martial arts gradually decline, and modified humans and cutting-edge mechas flourish,Chen Feng has achieved ultimate limit-breaking in the dream world, integrating extraordinary talents, and continues the path of martial arts!Tear apart mechas with his hands, smash aircraft carriers with his fists!I am the great King of the Century..........My name is Chen Feng, the peak you can never surpass.

Arsene Academy – the best educational institution on the continent.

A place that’s famous for nurturing many talented people.

A warrior from a barbarian tribe enters the academy.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.

The Bootlicking Antagonist Wants to Survive, but Female Lead refuses to follow the plotOne car accident and I’m transported into a city power fantasy as the villain. As long as I survive until the grand finale, I can return to the real world with hefty rewards. But! These stunning beauties don’t go to serve as the protagonist’s harem, they surround me every day. Are they not satisfied with how slowly I’m dying? Stop wearing stockings, stop wearing uniforms, what’s with all of you trying to seduce me? To find Long Aotian! Since destiny is in my hands, I might as well challenge the protagonist directly! Who’s the protagonist, damn it, who knows!