Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage - Chapter 222 - : Madness

Aldred was a 20-year-old man who killed himself because he couldn't stand how the world treated him.

He prayed for a life that he could be grateful for.

And unexpected to him, the gods heard his prayer.

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I welcome you to the world of fantastic imaginations where swords and magic clashed.

What to expect: A lot of beautiful girls. OP MC, weak to strong, sucking things. Milk. lots of milk. Adventure. And Comedy.

Warning: You might laugh too hard reading this story.

Note: This is an adventure story. The 1-10 chap is a prologue of some sort. But I advise you not to skip them, I am sure you will find them hilarious.

Note: Will there be milf and incest? Yes, but at the later part of the story. MC has to fight his way to earn these rewards. So follow his journey first.

NO NTR

Note: The cover is not mine. If you want me to take it down, please ask.

[Sweet, Fiery, Refreshing, powerful couple, Cultural Heritages]Ye Wanlan's body had been possessed; after the transmigrator turned her life into a complete mess and left abruptly, she finally regained control of her own body, only to be trapped in the same day, repeating in an infinite loop for 999 years.No matter what she did, everything would start over, and she was forced to become a madwoman possessing numerous skills.The day she broke free from the loop, facing the disastrous aftermath, everyone laughed at her powerless efforts to restore order, until her past life was unintentionally exposed—Ye Wanlan leapt down from a height of thirty feet with her qinggong, unscathed.Some explained: She must've used wires.Ye Wanlan's rendition of “Battle-Breaking Music” left none injured yet many dead.Some defended: It's all post-production special effects.Ye Wanlan performed the Taiyi Divine Needle anew, miraculously healing others.Some covered up: It was all pre-written in the script.Afterward, long-lost martial arts secret techniques, Kesi silk skills, and operatic arts resurfaced in the world...Big shots making up excuses for her: ...Can you tone it down a bit?They're running out of excuses!·Suddenly, Ye Wanlan found she could hear the conversations of antiques and inadvertently mastered gossip from all ages and nations.【Absolutely no one knows that beneath the Fengyuan Pagoda lies the Tianqi ceremonial book】The next day, the Huaxia book of the Tianqi ceremony was brought to light.【I am Great Ancestor Ning's personal sword, and I won't tell you where the treasure is】The following day, international news reported the discovery of Great Ancestor Ning's treasure.The antiques who were slow to catch on finally sensed something was amiss: ???Ye Wanlan reached out her hand: I will take you home·The treasures of Shenzhou shall return to HuaxiaIn the new era, she is the sole torchbearerHe gambled his life on a Shenzhou golden age with her in it

The old man pointed to the flower-like woman and said, “Call her mother from now on.” He then pointed to a flower-bud-like girl and said, “This is your sister.”

My younger sister was not cute.

She was arrogant, taciturn and weird, but she knew how to please our parents.

She was two-faced and deceitful, but it seemed like she only treated me that way.

I cared for her, tried to please her as much as I can, but she still disliked me.

Until one day, I found out her secret, our relationship began to get a little bit weird…

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.