MTL - Kar98K Upon Touchdown! - v2 Chapter 416 Kill early!

'My life is boring.'Cole thought when he was 14 years old.He thinks that there's nothing special about him or his life.And he thought that the only reason he was alive is because he was not dead yet.But then, at the age of 16, Cole developed a hobby.And that's reading novels.When he's reading, he feels emotions he normally wouldn't feel!Cole feels like he's been brought into a different world!And reading novels made him forget about the boredom he's feeling!So he really enjoyed and liked novels!To the point that he even started making one!Yes, Cole became a novel author and his works were seen and read by many people around the world!And seeing people talking about his work and supporting him made Cole enjoy writing too!But after reading and writing novels again and again... for a long time.Cole started to feel less excitement and thrill in doing them...Nevertheless, he didn't stop.Cole feels like he would be bored to death if he stop, so he just continued.Ting-!“Huh?”Then one day, while Cole was reading through the comments of his novel.He received a mail...The sender was anonymous and the content of it didn't make sense to him.“My work had been chosen...?”“They will grant my wish?”“What kind of bullshit is this?”So Cole didn't pay attention to the mail....“Eh?”Though, he suddenly woke up in a different body and a different world!Cole was sent inside his novel!And he became Raven Obadiah...?Who's that?The protagonist? No.The villain? No.One of the major characters? No.I don't know who the fuck Raven is too!Cole doesn't know him too!In short, he's just a fucking extra with no importance in the novel!But there's something weird about Raven's life that Cole doesn't know...And Cole, receiving a chance to have a life he could only dream of in the past...“Hiding strength?”“Staying an extra?”“Letting the main characters handle everything?”“Those sounds boring as fuck!”Cole, or should I say, Raven—decided to live a life full of excitement!He will do whatever he wants, and he wouldn't let anyone stop him!

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

Nameless Traveler, “If you could bring the martial arts, Inner Strength, Daoist skills, Divine Skills, and other abilities you've learned in the game into reality, would you play such a game?”Gamer, “Of course, I would play. Is there really such a great thing?”Nameless Traveler, “Then, if you were to die in the game, and you would also die in reality, would you still play?”Gamer, “Let me think about it—um, I think I would play, as long as I'm careful to avoid provoking higher-level monsters.”Nameless Traveler, “What if the game was so difficult that a Little Monster at the entrance of a village could easily chop you down, would you still play?”Gamer, “……”

One day, a gallery appeared before my eyes.…And then I was able to see who wrote in the gallery.All the heroines are ‘virg*ns’.