MTL - Han’s Son is Not a Slave - Chapter 1180 May I die under the sword of Lord Baylor!

[Entering the Dungeon: Scarlet Premium Choice][Dungeon type: Solo][Please choose the position you wish to apply for][1. Delivery Driver][2. Stock Clerk][3. Shipping Clerk][4. Receiving Clerk][5. Loader][Detection of host entering the Dungeon, cheat loading successful][Please host, choose one of the following three cheats][1. Purification Template: Possess purification abilities, immune to any pollution][2. Super Brain: Photographic memory, brain processing capabilities multiplied by ten, immune to mental damage][3. Zombie Template: Impenetrable skin, immense strength, bloodthirsty, fearless]...[Entering the Dungeon: Bloody Train][Dungeon type: Large-scale multi-player Dungeon][Number of participants: 30][Detection of host entering the Dungeon, cheat loading successful][Please host, choose one of the following three cheats][1. Infinite Soul Coins: Start with 1000000000000 soul coins, spend at your leisure][2. Hundredfold Amplification: Can amplify a single attribute of yourself by a hundred times, can switch to any attribute at any time][3. Stone Man: You become an ordinary, unremarkable stone with no presence, you can safely pass this instance]Murru Feng realized that his cheats could be refreshed with every Dungeon World.

At first, when he learned that he was forced to go to many different routine worlds and be reborn into all kinds of cannon fodder, he was against it.

‘I’m sure I was……dead.’

Annette Bavaria, a woman from the most prestigious noble family in the Deltium kingdom , returned back to the day of her wedding.

The groom’s face was fierce as they entered the hall for the ceremony. He clutched her arm tightly because he hated Annette terribly.

Now they were going to have a hellish marriage again, hurting each other.

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“Don’t do this, Rafael.”

“Shh, Annette. If you really want me to stop, please don’t open your dirty mouth. I’m going crazy right now because I want to squeeze it right in.”

She looked at her husband tearing her clothes with tearful eyes.

He was still horribly mean, arrogant, and a beast who only coveted her body.

If she didn’t want to die again, she had to tame this wicked beast somehow.

There was no other option.

Gu Shishi, a master of traditional Chinese painting, transmigrated into the role of a cannon fodder in a cliché novel.