MTL - Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 3127 No way, I can only work harder (2nd)

Supreme Degenerate Lust System—the cheat ability that no man should have, but Alex? Alex earned it.This was the tale of a boy who wanked so furiously, so relentlessly, that his own dick—his loyal, overworked, war-torn comrade—finally called it quits and fell off.The same boy who was so hopelessly obsessed with a toothless, wrinkled gilf that he died doing what he loved—slipping in his own divine nectar like a tragic hentai protagonist with a severe addiction problem.He thought that was the end.That his dream—to finally pork a gilf—would go forever unfulfilled.But fate?Fate was a kinky, twisted bastard.When Alex opened his eyes, he was no longer lying in a filthy, crime scene-esque bedroom covered in the stains of his sins.No.He was in a new world—a world of magic, kingdoms, dragons, elves, and all that fantasy nonsense.But Alex didn’t care about any of that.Swords? Magic? Heroic quests?Boring.No, he had ONE mission.A sacred goal.A holy pilgrimage.To finally find the ultimate, well-preserved gilf and achieve his life’s work.And with the Supreme Degenerate Lust System at his disposal?Nothing would stand in his way.Not kings. Not gods. Not even the laws of nature themselves.The legend of the Lustful Fool begins now.

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]

The Great Norther Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon. These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history. Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan. ‘These cursed chains weren’t something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’

Commandery Princess Gu Shengyin of Qinghe had died.Her beauty eclipsed Jinghua, and her talents were renowned throughout the world, yet she lost to a woman inferior to her in every aspect.It wasn't until after her death that Gu Shengyin realized she was nothing more than the protagonist of a supporting character's counterattack story, doomed to be cannon fodder for a transmigrated lady……In the pure white space, Gu Shengyin emotionlessly received the memories transmitted to her by the System…...System: “In this day and age, the supporting character must turn over a new leaf, the cannon fodder must counterattack, and the extras must make their presence felt. As the female lead, you are their biggest obstacle.”Gu Shengyin's eyes glinted with cold light. Her smile was stunningly beautiful. “Then let's see: Who, indeed, should be the stumbling block that gets kicked away, and who, in the end, will be the ultimate winner!”Those supporting characters and cannon fodders who wish to eliminate the female lead and rise to the top, have you thought about how you want to die?This story is a sweet romance, 1V1.