MTL - Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - ~ Enemies of Tekken (84)

[Signed for physical publication. The release date will be announced in due course.]On the day of her blind date with Connor Quinn, Moira Sloan had her long legs crossed, the bell on her fair, slender ankle chimed crisply, and the tip of her foot grazed his calf, as if by accident.“Boss Quinn, want to get married?”Connor Quinn's features were stern and rigid; he remained silent.Just when both Moira Sloan and the matchmaker thought Connor Quinn would refuse, he responded in a cold, hard voice, “Yes.”Male Lead: Tattoo Artist & Female Lead: Lacquerware Intangible Cultural Heritage Inheritor1v1, both leads are virgins.Male Lead: Appears serious, but is actually mischievous.Female Lead: Appears flirtatious, but is actually serious.PS: This is not your typical CEO romance. Features secret identities. Reader discretion is advised.

A decision can destroy the sun, moon and stars. A finger can kill the Heavenly Overlord. While chatting, the Heaven and ten worlds can be annihilated.

Ye Feng traveled through the barren parallel world of the game, obtained the game production system,

As long as players give a “super difficult” score, they can improve their game production ability,

Looking at the “very simple” comments in the game area,

Ye Feng was shocked, he came to another world with the Ninth Art,

“Digging for Ascension”, “Dead Cells”, “Curse of Blood”, “Sekiro”…

A series of games was born,

He wants to see, who dares to say it’s very simple!

Admit it, food is your only way out!

However,

The player who was tortured, lost his mind, lost his confidence, and lost his moral heart still firmly moved the mouse to that option!

very simple!

- Description from novelbuddy

What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover.My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy.And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.