MTL - I Am Louis XIV - Chapter 33 Mad Vampire Prince Amon

All Amy needed to do was get away from her pursuers. The last thing she thought she'd encounter was being kidnapped, drugged and offered to some smelly fat old man.

But no, he wasn't any of that. Zach was simply a god. And he was drugged, just like her. It could be the drugs or she just genuinely found him irresistible. And to her luck, he didn't resist her when she made a move on him. When she found out how much of a beast he was in bed, she wasn't complaining.

But she knew they were not supposed to cross paths. So when she finally left the next morning, little did she know that fate had a 'little surprise' in store.

Because he was too afraid of death, he put all his points into health value.Transmigrating into a cultivation game, Fan Wubing ended up with the most useless physique,【Heavenly Disabled Body】: Every five years, suffers damage equal to 99.99% of maximum health. Because it has no positive effects, players call it the planner's sadistic humor.Having just died once, Fan Wubing didn't want to die a second time like that, so he began frantically collecting anything related to healing items, putting all points into health value, and swore to turn his red Blood Bar black!

A Time Loop Thriller Without Time Travel. No Superpowers. Just Mastery.Eron Vale wakes up at 7:00 AM every single day—the same day. For the world, time moves forward. For him, it's been over 100,000 loops of the exact same 24 hours.No powers. No resets for the world. Only him.He’s died. He’s starved. He’s gone insane—and come back sharper each time. But now, after centuries of learning every face, flaw, and secret in the city, he’s done watching.Eron begins executing his final plan: to infiltrate and take control of the most powerful secret organization in the world—Helix—using nothing but perfect timing, manipulation, and skill.Every conversation is a test he’s passed thousands of times. Every ally is a pawn he’s moved before. Every threat? Already defeated in another try.But this time, it has to be perfect.Because he’s done reliving this day.And for the first time in 100,000 tries…He’s making his move.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…