MTL - Rebirth: Family Chaebol - Chapter 578 design master

An otaku with a hobby of masturbating was reincarnated as the son of a great mage.

As soon as he was born in this life, he vowed with a goal of embracing women till his death.

That said, when he became 20 years old, the Demon Lord which was sealed by his ancestors revived, and now it is his role to seal it once again.

And that demon lord is sealed in a tower dungeon that is rumored to be impossible to capture.

However, by an unexpected coincidence, he had found out that the Demon Lord is also one of him, a kindred spirit from within,

so he joined her instead and filled several traps in the tower dungeon, and thus they enjoyed a s*x spree with all the women coming over!

Shao Xuan joins a friend in his expedition to a recently discovered archaeological cave. After he picks up an ordinary looking stone he is teleported to a different world and wakes up in the body of a small orphan child. The world he is in now is still in its stone age with primitive tools made of stone and the ways of the people are savage. Savage isn’t the only thing special about the people though, because they have superhuman strength, jump higher than trees and punch stones. In short, they are able to cultivate their bodies. Despite all this, it is a real struggle to survive because of the scarcity of food. Together with Caesar, his pet wolf, he tries to survive in this cruel world.

Even in his dreams, Li Tianming can’t stop himself from laughing! Why? Because, his family pets are all the Primordial Chaos Beasts of myth!

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”