MTL - Be a Human Again From Conan - Chapter 510 The third tree!

Jiang Nian used to be an actress. One day, she died and became a quester for the Lord God. Her task is to collect aura of a female lead and prevent each world from collapsing.

It’s just that every time there is a lot of twists and turns, however, the most troublesome thing for Jiang Nian is that once the female aura rises to 60, it won’t rise anymore! What will Jiang Nian have to do to get a breakthrough?

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Global mutation brings the game to reality, and humans enter the era of universal job transfer!Damien Blackwell starts out as a standard villain, born into an ambitious villain family, willing to do anything to achieve his goals, even if it means subverting the entire empire!He begins by hunting down the Child of Fortune, ruining his future, cheating on his beloved, killing his parents, and forging a blood feud.The Child of Fortune swears to take revenge!But Damien Blackwell doesn't care at all.Who says that villains will eventually be defeated by justice?Who says that villains must inevitably become stepping stones for the Child of Fortune?In this life, Damien Blackwell plans to step on the bones of the Child of Fortune as a villain, climbing step by step to the top to become the ultimate supreme!He aims to craft a perfect villainous life.

Zhao Yesui runs a private custom shop, and his job is to customize death for others.

On a certain day of a certain year, when he customized an exclusive death for a customer as always, he found himself involved in a game of death with no end in sight.

What surprised Zhao Yeshi even more was that, unlike other players, he seemed to be able to extract identities in the game?

However, as he extracted more and more identities, trouble also followed.

The NPCs in the game… chased after him in reality.

Not only that, but many of his identities are also known to everyone by word of mouth.

Such as Legendary Investigator, Unthinking Juggernaut, Archon of Fantasy Kingdom, Lord of Steam, Weaver of Fate, Loving Father, Lord of Death and Soul, etc.

And those women with prestigious titles also followed, the queen of the fantasy country, the ruling angel who called herself a bad woman, the immortal of Shenzhou who inherited the precious blood…

In this regard, Zhao Yejia could only deny it righteously, and packed up and ran away to escape the end of his own blood.

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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.