MTL - The Villain’s Mother - Chapter 97 097

Yun Xiangxiang was a well-regarded celebrity in her previous life.

After an unfortunate encounter with Truck-kun, Kieran Darkmoon suddenly found himself transported to a world full of women, where men are as rare as a unicorn and the cultivation game is anything but straightforward!With a lewd system that rewards him for getting frisky, Kieran quickly learns that pleasure is the path to power! From racy encounters with sect elders to sneaky adventures in the weapon pavilion, every sexy escapade earns him points—and who doesn’t love a good point system? As he navigates his way through a harem of powerful women, bizarre quests, and comically awkward situations, Kieran is determined to rise above his circumstances (and maybe get some snacks along the way).Join Kieran as he juggles dual cultivation techniques, earns outrageous bonuses, and uncovers hidden treasures—all while trying to stay out of trouble (and in others pants!). With epic battles, outrageous rewards, and enough steamy moments to keep you blushing, “Lewd System in a Cultivation World Filled with Women” is a hilariously naughty adventure you won’t want to miss! Buckle up for a journey where every encounter is a chance to level up in more ways than one!

Leon, who suddenly died from the wear and tear of his corporate drone life, got a second chance in America. This time he wanted to live a different life and incidentally find out just how far human limits could go.----------Featuring: Riding, Running, Arm-wrestling competitions, Titan Games, Slapping Contests, Strongman Competitions, UFC Mixed Martial Arts

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”