MTL - The Moon In My Arms - Chapter 124 Stealing yourself?

Karl was just a regular degenerate enjoying some alone time when—BAM!—he died mid-nut. Next thing he knew, he was standing before a smug goddess who bestowed upon him the Power of Stealing.Heroic? Not really. Broken? Absolutely.Now, in a world where strength is everything, Karl discovers his ability and lets him steal powers, skills, and even lovers. With each stolen ability, he grows more potent, turning the tables on arrogant heroes, cocky nobles, and unsuspecting chumps.Why train when you can steal? Why fight fair when you can cheat?Join Karl as he NTRs (or not) his way to the top, taking what he wants and leaving chaos in his wake.Died mid-nutPower of StealingWomen are his buffsThis isn’t a hero’s journey—it’s a shameless, overpowered, completely degenerate adventure.

The Great Yan Empire exists in a world where respect can only be earned through strength. Within this Great Yan Empire, the four great clans have always stood above the rest. Among them, a particular incident in the Lin Clan resulted in the banishment of a certain individual who went on to start his own family, in hopes of one day being recognized again by the Lin Clan, and rejoining them…

I put all the warning tags to give myself creative freedom, but the story isn't filled with excessive gore or swearing.This is my first time writing other than for school projects. The gender-bender tag is only for the beginning because I wanted to try writing from a female's perspective and needed an excuse for why my MC reads a little tomboyish. The gender-bender fades into the background over the first few chapters; please don't let the tag keep you from trying out my story.Synopsis:Second chances are rarely earned and even rarer given. Follow a new life in a new world where anything is possible. Our MC wakes up, stuck as a baby, needing to decide how she will live her new life. Let's see what future she can forge when hard work rewards her with status points and skill levels.Author's Note: I'm currently slowly going back and rewriting my earlier chapters, so if you're starting to read this for the first time, try not to be alarmed if the quality suddenly goes down after reading a few chapters. I started writing this story almost three years ago, and I think I've improved as a writer since then. I appreciate your understanding; enjoy.

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!”