MTL - Strike Back, Proud Goddess! - Chapter 321 My lifesaver

[Warning: Mature Content(BL/Mpreg)]On the frontier planet Solaris-10, Zach, a businessman, runs the galaxy's most unconventional ranch/maternity ward. His employees are a bunch of homeless aliens called Genmen who've found their calling as the universe's most sought after baby-makers and nectar producers.These alien dudes pop out babies easier than any human could, and their precious nectar comes with healing properties that drives pharmaceutical markets absolutely wild, keeping Zach's operation very, very profitable.It a mutual benefit, and everyone's winning: his Genmen get their daily needs. Zach gets to swim in profits. It's simply capitalism with a nursery attached, and Zach couldn't be happier with his unconventional but lucrative empire.But success breeds competition, and rival businesses are circling like vultures, eager to poach his most fertile employees with bigger contracts and better offers. They want his Genmen, they want his profits, and they'll stop at nothing to get both.Zach would rather die than see that happen. But protecting them in a world where everyone has a price might be harder than he ever imagined.*******Disclaimer!!!This book is packed with extremely explicit sexual content. It's made for readers who enjoy raw, uncensored material. You'll find graphic male/male encounters, hardcore scenes, and sexual content that pushes boundaries. It's dark, it's intense, and yeah, some might call it depraved.If you're under 18 or don't want to read about explicit gay sex, fetishes, and unfiltered carnal acts - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!You've been warned. Reading beyond this point means you're a consenting adult who knows exactly what you're getting into. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR.This is your final advisory. 18+ ONLY.Please take note: This is fiction. Everything in here came from imagination. Characters, places, events - all made up. Any connection to real people or events is pure coincidence.Let's begin...

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”

This book is a casual novel that introduces various Chinese traditional customs, as well as Buddhist ones. It strives to be a positive book, allowing people to reflect on how they should live their lives and treat others.

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Waking up in the body of a standard Genin, a village invasion on the horizon and a count down until to a full out apocalypse only a few years away, what's a lad to do? There was only one thing he could do, cheat. Thankfully, this game system that instigated all of this in the first place, was quite helpful in that regard. Gamer Insert.https://www.subscribestar.com/0jordinio0 - Feel free to support me on Subscribestar

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.