MTL - Heavenly Calamity - v6 Chapter 57 Glorious temple

Hikaru crossed to Misty World with billions of other players. This world is full of monsters and fog.

Hikaru thought he wouldn't be able to survive in this horrible world when he suddenly possessed an SSS-class skill.

[Ding! Maximum Evolution.]

[Ding! Do you want to evolve Succubus into Fallen Angel?]

[Ding! Do you want to evolve Komodo into the Darkness Dragon King?]

[Ding! Do you want to evolve the Wooden Sword into a God Sword?]

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Hikaru: “In this world, I am the lord.”

In the dog-eat-dog Cultivation Realm, Fang Qingyuan, a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect, holds an ancient Immortal Mansion, yet chooses a path that leaves his fellow sect members dumbfounded—When his fellow sect members are staining Secret Realms with blood to fight for heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he pilots a Profound Turtle Beast ship across rivers, making a fortune by ferrying passengers;When the prodigies of the sect face near-death experiences to subdue ferocious beasts, he uses the Immortal Mansion's spiritual spring to cultivate hallucinogenic vines, secretly monopolizing the Black Market's medicinal herb business;When the Elders are at their wits' end over the beast tides, he has long since established a Myriad Beast Pasture within his Immortal Mansion, secretly hoarding strategic resources and jacking up the prices!“All this fighting and killing is too dangerous! Lying low and making money is the eternal Heavenly Dao! Cultivation isn't about meditating and practicing techniques, it's about understanding human relationships and worldly affairs!”

This entire story is fictional. All regions, countries, and cities described within are imaginary!!!!![ torrential rain, floods, blizzards, extreme cold, extreme heat, pollution, insect plagues, acid rain, endless night, earthquakes... ]On April 1st, a natural disaster struck Azure. A massive torrential rainstorm swept across the globe, followed by earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, rising sea levels... one disaster after another.Evelyn Ford is reborn before the disaster strikes. In this life, she frantically hoards supplies just to survive.[ No special abilities, no zombies, pure natural disaster survival, no bleeding hearts. ]Male Lead: The ultimate support + a deadly weaponFemale Lead: Spatial storage + an ordinary person[ apocalypse, survival, hoarding, base building, farming, gourmet food, animal husbandry... ]

[Mature Content] [Dark Themes]Catherine Lane had the perfect job in Midnight City, secretary to Ares King, the impenetrable billionaire bachelor, infamously known as the devil CEO.To the outside world, Catherine's life was nothing short of flawless, but in reality, she struggles with debts on the verge of ruining her life. To avoid harassment, she decides to quit and get the cut that comes with it.As if that wasn't enough, her long-term boyfriend cheated on her, claiming she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her.Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straws when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue.“Become my wife for one year.”“Why me, Mr. King?”“Because we work, Ms. Lane.”The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be?*****“I think that's all...” My heart throbbed as I grabbed my pen. Here comes the hard part.“You're forgetting something, Ms Lane.”“Hmm?”“We haven't looked over the special clauses.”Special Clauses? Shit! I forgot about that.“The next page.”I flipped the paper.Number one: The wife should under no circumstances fall for the husband. Should the wife breach this clause, all compensation shall be nullified and revoked.“Unfortunately, changes can't be made to that clause.”I scoffed. Does he actually think I'd fall for him?“Understood. Emotional attachments should be prohibited.”“This, Ms. Lane, is why I said we work.”A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.