Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme - Chapter 670 - 428 - The Truth

A Federation Colonel with abnormal thoughts was locked in a dark room and met a little looney.

“Your whole body emits a scent that I dread (covet) and fear (desire).”

A frigid Colonel X little looney roommate: A sweet story of interstellar travel

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She was a famous plastic surgeon in the 21st century, both at home and abroad. But one day, she transmigrated to become a young lady in the Prime Minister’s Mansion and got bullied. The concubine hung her up and beat her, forcing her to marry a fifty years old general as his second wife! But unexpectedly, she received an imperial edict and was asked to marry the emperor’s fifth son – the Evil King.

Who was the Evil King? A gunpowder explosion destroyed his appearance and one of his eyes. After waking up, Evil King’s temperament changed drastically. The handsome young man became a bloodthirsty and cruel tyrannical king. This was not even the most frightening thing. It was said that the Evil King had four wives, but none of them had lived over a month!

Last night, the Evil King’s fourth wife died. Today, she was tied up and sent to his mansion …

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Blessed with unlimited mana, Noah travels the worlds and sees rampant corruption and injustice.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.