MTL - How Are You Guys Getting Boyfriends While Gaming - Chapter 110 He is my boyfriend

Jason was just an ordinary student at Westwood University's Hunter Department, known for never awakening any special powers—even at 21. Frustrated and desperate, he spent countless nights dreaming of finally unlocking his hidden potential.One lazy morning, as he lay in bed dreading another day of ridicule, Jason felt a strange surge of excitement. Without warning, he awakened a bizarre but thrilling power: the “Leisure Life.” His smartphone buzzed with a mysterious app, and curious, he tapped it open.In a flash, Jason found himself exploring abilities he never imagined—like using points to enhance his body or entering worlds straight from adult videos. Determined to test his newfound powers, Jason dove headfirst into the explicit world of JAV, a video he'd secretly watched only days ago.Life was finally about to get exciting.

Jiang Feng, a handsome young martial artist, was injured during a misadventure and ended up being saved by the sisters Yaoyue and Lianxing of the Palace of Shifting Flowers, who were considered the most powerful female martial artists in the pugilistic world. The two sisters fell in love with Jiang Feng, but he spurned them because of their arrogance. Instead, he fell in love with their servant girl, Hua Yuenu.

Jiang Feng and Hua Yuenu were forced to flee from the Palace after Hua became pregnant with Jiang’s child. However, they ended up being betrayed by Jiang Feng’s servant, Jiang Biehe, and attacked by bandits. During their harrowing flight, Hua Yuenu gave birth to a pair of twin boys abut ended up dying together with Jiang Feng during a bandit attack. Yaoyue and Lianxing soon caught up with the couple only to find them dead. Refusing to forgive Jiang Feng for rejecting her love, Yaoyue vowed to take her revenge by making his two sons destroy each other. To do that, they adopted one of the boys as their own child and abandoned the other.

The other boy was soon saved by Yan Nantian, Jiang Feng’s sworn brother and one of the most powerful martial artists in the pugilistic world. Unaware of the first boy’s fate, Yan Nantian pursued Jiang Biehe into the Villains’ Valley, a place populated entirely by criminals. There, he encountered five of the notorious Ten Great Villains whom he defeated easily before falling into a trap set by them. The villains ended up torturing Yan Nantian till he fell unconscious, but chose not to harm the second boy, instead deciding to raise him as their apprentice in order to groom him into the greatest villain in history.

A young boy dies a tragic death and is granted 3 wishes. He chooses to be reborn in MHA with the Telekinesis as his quirk and the potential to achieve Absolute Mastery and Power over his ability.The MC will be overpowered and there will be some dark elements. The novel will be quite realistic in the context of the MHA world. The MC will be cruel to his enemies and kind to those he cares about. There will be romance and potential for a harem of about 3, but not more than 5.I plan to continue with this hopefully until the end of MHA canon.I aim to upload chapters of about 2k words, and I hope people enjoy this fanfic. I'm open to any suggestions and criticism on how I could improve, but please no hate for no reason.The first few chapters are quite dark, but it gets better after that, so please stick around till then.MHA and any of the characters in it do not belong to me.I will try to release a bonus chapter every 1,000 powerstones. Although, it depends on if I have chapters ready.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”