MTL - Back To 1995 - Chapter 1021 in the bag

[Shelter System successfully bound to host!]

[Option One: City of Light, save the survivors in the apocalypse and become a glorious and benevolent savior.]

[Option Two: City of Darkness, humans who enter the City of Darkness can only become your slaves. And you, will be the devil ruling over the apocalypse.]

Sorry, I am no saint, I choose City of Darkness! From today onwards, I will be a villain!

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

[ Mature Content Ahead! ][ Warning: Narcissist & Coldblooded Mc, Narcissist System ] [ You can Skip volume 1 which is simple slife of life + Smut, All Mc does is cuck the top four families and a sect master ][ The above suggestion is must if you hate slow pace smuts, also please purchase privilege and help me in Win-win, 180 coins for 50 chapters ][ Foot fetish & neck fetish ]This book has nothing special aside from how you can alter the fate of Main character.You can choose a option.Ding! Mc has found a girl.1. Add her to the harem2. Kill her.[ The choice lies in your hand]

The story about a family's struggle to ensure that, above all else, their youngest escapes from the mines where he was born into slavery. Follow Alistar as he struggles through terror and tragedy, embarking on a road to discover himself and his heritage.

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

__

“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

__

Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.