MTL - Not a Trainer This Time - Chapter 353 Rotom mobile phone, senior dragon control

“I, Benson Walton, reject you, Selma Payne, from being my future Luna and mate.

“If you’re sensible, you’ll find a quiet place to die on your own, instead of tarnishing our people’s glory.

“You’re just an ugly toad. Stay in the mud quietly, and don’t burden our pack.”

On Benson’s nineteenth birthday, he found out that we were destined mates. But I didn’t expect that he would rather endure great pain than accept me. Every word he said smashed directly into my heart, and the pain made me tremble uncontrollably.

I learned I wasn’t my parents’ biological child when I was sixteen. Although they thought of me as an angel that a stork had given them, it didn’t change the fact that I was a weak, little human.

I was just a soft egg who would fall over with a poke, a loser who couldn’t even see the road without help from the moonlight. My existence brought shame to my parents, and to my pack!

Perhaps I should have died in the woods from the start. With that thought in mind, I decided to return them a pure and unblemished pack tonight.

So, I jumped off a cliff and thought I would die. I never imagined I would be saved, and my true identity turned out to be the Lycan King’s only daughter who had been lost eighteen years ago. I was also heir to the throne!

That surprised me a lot. I was actually a werewolf? But… Why was I so weak? Was this all just a mistake?

To become a qualified heir, I concealed my identity and received training. However, could that frivolous instructor who was in charge of training me really help me awaken my wolf, or was he simply taking advantage of me?

As I grew stronger and became a public figure, others attacked and plotted against me many times. Did they have anything to do with those who kidnapped me all those years ago?

I have to catch them! I’ll protect my family, and my lover!

[[[ MATURE CONTENT ]]]Dual Cultivation, NTRing Cultivators, Fucking Son of Heaven's Mother, Fiancee', Currupting Heroines and More...!What Happens When the Final Boss Gets Tired of Winning the Same Fight Forever?Of course, the Ultimate Villain becomes the Son of Heaven... and a DOCTOR!Meet Arjun: A 25-year-old medical student who thought his biggest problem was having parents who couldn't decide if he should save humans or animals.One truck accident later, he wakes up as Cang Wuhen — the son of the most feared villain in a cultivation world.But here's the kicker: This isn't just any villain origin story.The Heavenly Demon has been trapped in an endless time loop, fighting the same “destined hero,” Lin Feng, over and over again.Every battle ends the same way — the hero loses, dies with his girl (actually seven girls), and the cycle resets.Fed up with this nonsense joke, the Heavenly Demon pulled the ultimate reverse psychology move: He lived 25 years as a normal human to develop actual emotions, then transferred back into his son's body armed with modern medical knowledge and a completely different mindset.The plan? Live this life differently than a Heaven's puppet villain, help people, and rescue damsels in distress too and hire them as Nurses.The instant target? Wife number one, Yue Lianhua (a fox-eared beauty seeking revenge), is convinced that this mysterious young master who can perform surgery and knows about “cars” might actually BE her supposedly dead husband reincarnated. (The fox bit the hook, and now the Villain becomes the Son of Heaven.)The question isn't whether he can steal the hero's wives...It's whether he can rewrite fate itself before the loop resets again.Because when you've got medical school debt, daddy issues, and the power to corrupt heroines, sometimes the best way to win is to change the entire game.Genre: Cultivation Fantasy, System, Harem, Reincarnation.

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable.Her therapist called her alexithymic.Unable to understand or describe her own emotions.The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access.“You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—”“I’m not here about the meeting.”…“Ugh.”Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal.Then Elara woke up.Not in her office. Not in a hospital.In a different world. In a different body.She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies.How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead?……“Your Highness, please… ugh…”The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain.“Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips.“Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.”On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists.“Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.”Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared.Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.