MTL - Plundering the Heavens - Chapter 118 Array

+18 Warning Mature Content - Reader discretion advisedA wolfless ward and an illegitimate dragon prince must overcome immeasurable barriers to free themselves from the stigma they have been placed under.Abandoned as a child Lily Artemis Wolfman was taken in by the Royal Family of the Wolf Clan only to be treated like a slave, working her mercilessly night and day.When her wolf didn't appear, Lily used her only avenue to free herself on the day she became an adult.Finding a mate was the last thing Dimitri De Drago` wanted since his family was hell-bent on killing him, but when he came across a strange female amid a massacred village his dragon stirred for the first time at the sight of her.Turning her away only to find her again caused sparks to fly between the two like they never knew was possible. Facing fatal issues within his Clan, finding his mate came with serious consequences.They knew trouble would follow if they stayed together, but their souls demanded each other risking it all for the chance at happiness.Will their love remain strong through the trials and tribulations they face or will tradition and their families stand in their way of true happiness?

With divine medical skills in his left hand and supreme martial arts in his right, carrying a century of memories, he was reborn and returned to the city. This life, he vowed to dominate everything, take control of all, and ascend to the zenith of the heavens!

The super cowardly me installed Super Coward Mode, and the terrifying extraterrestrials started to look cute.“Eating the flesh of an extraterrestrial deity? You’re not human! Ew!”“Even withstanding mental manipulation? What kind of monster are you!”“Enslaving an extraterrestrial deity? You must be out of your mind.”…And then, the reactions around me became strange.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.