MTL - Chaotic Sword God - Chapter 32 Hunting magic

When Lu Huang woke up as Lidia—the villainess of a cringe-worthy romance novel—she was determined not to let the story play out like the dumpster fire it was written to be. Nope. Dying at the hands of the Alpha King after being falsely accused, publicly humiliated, and manipulated into madness? Yeah, that’s not on her to-do list.Armed with a sharp tongue that could flay egos, the street smarts of a broke college grad, and the petty audacity of someone with nothing left to lose, Lidia decides she was ripping up the script. Holier-than-thou saintesses? Screw ’em. Self-righteous alphas? They can eat dirt. If this world insists on casting her as the villain, she’s going to own it—on her terms.One chaotic scheme at a time, Lidia’s ready to rewrite her fate—and if she has to break a few rules (and maybe some noses) to do it, so be it. Villainesses don’t play nice, and Lidia is just getting started.

He is the Lord of the Heavenly King Hall, the old Kunlun monster, and the Stay-Home dad. Let’s see the cultivation adventure of an invincible dad.

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In the post-apocalyptic world, Luo Qiao, endowed with a Special Ability, transmigrated into a pitiable girl nobody wanted.By a stroke of luck, she gained a space, truly a cause for celebration.Yet she discovered not only had she crossed over, but she'd also ended up in a book, with the original character's fate being tragically doomed!Haha, with a Special Ability and space at her disposal, Luo Qiao said she needed no one.However, that villager rumored to be an eccentric disabled leader seemed to want to help her at every turn.Luo Qiao's eyes twinkled, hehe, latching onto a powerful thigh for support didn't sound like a bad idea.Watch how the delicate wife is nurtured, see how Luo Qiao enjoys her Xiao Yao life……….

There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.