MTL - Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter - Chapter 56 Fang Chengran Fanwai (1)

The Luofeng Rising System allows him to see the desires list of any goddess who scores over 90 points. As long as he satisfies their desires list, he can obtain generous rewards.Desire list of the newlywed female host:【1. It's tough being a new host, can someone tip me 100 bucks? I will give you my private contact info】Ding! You tipped the host 100 yuan, fulfilled the host's desire list, and got a million-dollar luxury car exchange card.【2. I want to move out of the dorm, it's inconvenient to broadcast live here】Ding! You invited the female host to co-rent, satisfying her desire, and got a beauty enhancement.【3. I want to find a boyfriend to learn how to act cute】Ding! You successfully confessed to the Goddess, and got a Jump Money Card reward.Unknowingly, Luofeng had become the savior of the goddesses...【Desire list of a grassroots goddess: I was laughed at for my 99 yuan purse, I really want to buy an LV】【Desire list of a dance major goddess: My parents won’t allow me to date, it's been ten lonely years, I wish to find a comrade to keep secrets and solve my problems】【Desire list of an aloof school beauty: Someone chase me, let me experience what it feels like to be pursued, and I'm really easy to chase, just take me out for dinner】【Desire list of a popular female star: I'm already in my late twenties, I want a child】Thousands of faces, every goddess has a unique hidden desire in her heart.Luofeng, using this cheat, begins to successfully handle the goddesses. Even the most noble ones seemed transparent before him.Alternate titles of this book are: “I'm not really a warm guy, please spare me little sisters”, “I just want to shear rewards”, “I understand women's hearts”

Everyone in the City of Jing thinks that bestowment of marriage between Xian Junwang and the daughter of the Yi’an Marquis House is to insert a fresh flower into manure.

“What exactly is the point of this life of mine?”Lukas Brandt thought to himself as he chugged down a cup of Wheat beer in a local pub in Darmstadt.He had always dreamt of being a professional footballer, he fell in love with the sport when he watched his country Germany beat the Argentine national team in the World Cup final in 2014, with memories of his father hugging him tightly after Mario Gotze scored the goal that gave them the cup.He had been 7 back then, currently 36, but his biggest regret was giving up at the first sight of failure at 15.He had given up his dream of one day representing his country, and died (un)fortunately while trying to save a kid.Waking up 20 years younger and with a system, follow Lukas' journey from an SV Darmstadt 98 academy reject, to undoubtedly the greatest footballer of all time.Set in an alternate universe so some names and events will obviously be changed massively, else it'll just be a biography of a real life player :⁠')

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]