MTL - Martial Arts: Just Finished the Patrol, the Beginning is Ruthless - Chapter 47

“I'll do it. I'll do anything you want”Raiden clicked his tongue in a disapproving tone then raised Hiro's head once more.“That's not what I want to hear, Hiro” He said. “I want to hear you say it with your lips. I want to hear you acknowledge what you will be to me and your status from this day henceforth.”He stared deep into Hiro's beautiful brown eyes as he spoke; “Say that from this very second, you belong to me. Your body, your soul, your mind, every part of you belongs to me. You will be my pet and remain by my side. You will do whatever I ask you to do. Tell me that I own you, Hiro.”Raiden's voice was frighteningly deep and Hiro felt shivers run down his spine. There was nothing he could see but Raiden's smokey grey eyes, his handsome face and that devilish smile that gave him goosebumps and made his heart tremble with fear.With tears running down his cheeks, he balled his fists and spoke softly; “I promise, Raiden, from this very second, I belong to you. Every part of me is yours. My body, my mind, my soul, everything is yours. I will be your pet. I will do anything you ask of me. I will give you everything that I am. You own me, Raiden.”Watanabe Hiro used to be very rich. As the last child of the Watanabe family, he was pampered and spoilt by everyone but he was a good kid. He was obedient and friendly. Nice and very caring. He never did anything to worry others. He also had a lot of friends. Some were with him because they genuinely liked him while others were with him because of his wealth. That is, until a calamity befell his family and everyone he considered a friend abandoned him.Hiro was forced to live a wretched life for 4 years until he met a former senior who was ready to save him but under one condition.Hiro had to become his for a year.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life.But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain!This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King.——————————In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated!An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan!There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus.Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight.There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

“A sane man accepts the world. A madman reshapes it.”In a world where strength decides all things, Jiang Chen was born with the lowest possible cultivation aptitude. No one held any expectations for him.Except himself.“Talent, aptitude, luck. If such things alone defined greatness, then what value does greatness truly hold?” Jiang Chen scoffed at the notion.Others relied on gifts from heaven. He relied on his iron will, a will forged from numerous setbacks and lonely nights, a will sharper than any blade and more enduring than tempered steel.And when he finally manages to get his bloodied hands on a inheritance that reveals a brutal path of body refinement, his ambitions find wings and begin to soar.What Jiang Chen seeks is immortality.For that goal, he will walk through mountains of corpses, weave beautiful lies, and turn sacred lands into burial mounds.He is neither righteous nor demonic. Jiang Chen is only a seeker with his gaze fixed on the horizon. Whether he ascends beyond heaven itself or is scattered like ash in the wind…Only the journey will decide.------Tags:#Selfish Protagonist#No Romance#No System#Pursuit of immortality

My older brother, who was my only family member, lost his memory. “I have a sibling? Are you kidding me?” He was a fool who cared for me ever since he brought me from the temple… “I can’t even take care of myself, so what is this…” I left the family because I didn’t want to be a burden to my older brother, who had no memory, and was helpless in the tragedy that followed. So I turned back time. That too, to the point when my brother lost his memory. “I don’t have anything in my head, so I don’t know what to do next. What if I have a kid with me?” We must not repeat the tragedy of the past life. So I grimly said, “That’s right. I don’t have anything on my brother’s head right now.” “…What, what?” I chuckled and took out a document I had prepared. The contents of the document, written in crooked, large letters, were simple. [I transfer all the property in my name to my younger sister.] While my gaping older brother was checking the documents, I took out his seal from his drawer and smeared it with ink. Then I put it in his hand and said with a very sad expression. “So stamp it. Now.” I will protect you in this life.