MTL - I Got Rich By Relying on the Beauty System - Chapter 401 401, appointment

Feng Lingxi was the traditional family’s head mistress – a person with a charismatic yet sly personality with the ability to attract people easily to her side, and having the potential to take someone’s soul away. Crossing across boundaries from a decade ago to now, a world that gives woman full respect and acknowledgement….

Don’t be fooled by her, because she was someone who would act obediently in front of a crowd but, stabs them in the back when necessary! Disguising as someone that would gain her trust and belief! That was why the Emperor of Xian started doting on her, allowing her to become absurdly daring to do whatever she liked. This made the Empress speechless to tears.
That would be the cause of the kingdom’s downfall in the near future…

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Beauty they say is in the eyes of the beholder.Everybody desires beauty and love it.What if it becomes a curse.Bellarosa（Beautiful rose）Romano is the daughter of the cook of the powerful mafia Vincenti family.She has been cared for and looked after since young by the Vincenti family when their eldest son and Don of the family decides to take up her and her mother's responsibility.Bella has always been scared of the Don who criticises her at every mistake she makes.Don Raffaele Vincenti is a man with IED intermittent explosise disoder.An incident of the past led to this disorder of his and only few can calm him down.Raffeale finds himself in a lustful obsession for the little woman who is in his care and with every growing day he desires her like a drug,oxygen and breathe.Bella is terrified by his madnessWill she be willing to help him.Secrets get unveiled on the way～～～～～Groaning he takes her hand and places it on his buldge his eyes clouded with desire and lust.''Please Bella,Touch me''Raffaele growls out gasps escaping his lips while tears fall out of Bella's eyes as she tries to retrieve her hand from his grip.

BLURB> He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance.Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection.With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be.Because when a hivemind learns to love......it doesn’t know when to stop.The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying.SYNOPSISIrvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel.Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck.Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy.Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice.But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame.His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.

Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.