MTL - Super Male God System [Fast Wear] - Chapter 37 My Gentle Tyrant (1)

The male student, Fukai Nagamasa, ignores his studies for college entrance exams in favor of following the path to chuunibyou. As he fainted during night cramming session before the exams, he realized that he was transported to a parallel world as a feudal lord in the Sengoku Era. Not to mention that suddenly, he was marrying the sixth Demon King, Oda Nobunaga’s little sister, the one who was purported to be an unrivaled beauty?

The backstage manipulator of the Immortal Cultivation World, the sole law in the real world!After transmigrating to the Immortal Cultivation World, Su Ping diligently cultivated for twenty years.Trapped by his mediocre talent and seeing no hope for Foundation Establishment, he decided to lay low and become a wealthy layabout.Fortunately, he activated the Fishing Man game system.Not only could he obtain unscientific and non-immortal cultivation game props, and magical fish species through the fishing game, but also Pot Cave Heavens.He could even exchange his fish catches for Town Return Talismans, allowing Su Ping to return to Water Blue Star.Thus, the Immortal Cultivation World henceforth had a self-proclaimed Fishing Man as the backstage manipulator.And Water Blue Star gained a backstage boss who followed no rules but his own!

Have you ever thought a monster that has a job of a summoner and a tamer

what should it call itself Monster Summoner? Monster Tamer? but he itself was a monster too

Watch as our mc travels the world as an reincarnated human who turn into a monster

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.