MTL - A Simulation Game of the Heavens Starting From Marvel - Chapter 137 face death

Tong, a sinner who was suffering endless torment in hell because of his mistake he had done in his previous life, was giving other chance to redeem himself by the devil.

This is a world of universal players, where only advanced players who clear countless instances and slay various monsters are the rulers of the world.Wang Zhifan traverses into this world as a novice player but miraculously possesses the ability to choose his own rewards upon clearing instances and killing monsters, setting him on the path to the peak of his life![Please choose your dungeon rewards (You may select up to 3 items)][Normal Grade (98% probability drop)][Long Sword (Normal) X0~3, Handgun (Normal) X0~3, Dagger (Normal) X0~3...][Rare Layer (0.01% probability drop):][Wolf-Slaying Blade (Rare) X0~1]

Khaladrel the ancient God of Dreams and magic, youngest of the primordials found himself trapped in a body of a mortal in an age where Gods were long forgotten, in a universe on the verge of death.He found the flame of divinity that burnt in the very core of the Silvercity burnt no more, his home claimed by his enemies and those who betrayed him.He, the last of divinity will raise an army unseen before to storm the gates of his lost home and reignite the flame of divinity.No matter the cost.

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.