MTL - There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem - Chapter 105 My beta my country

When Astrid transmigrated into the fantasy webnovel she once read, she found herself in the shoes of the story's most hated villainess, a character destined for a tragic end.According to the original plot, the Main Protagonist is hell-bent on killing her at all costs, her cunning step-sister schemes to throw her into the dungeon and usurp the throne at the first opportunity, and even her loyal caretaker has abandoned her.With enemies on all sides and time running out, Astrid realizes her fate is sealed unless she takes matters into her own hands.Determined to survive, Astrid decides to fight back, but as she begins to navigate this world, something feels... off. Why is the Main Protagonist, now showing her unexpected kindness? Why is her step-sister, who should be plotting her downfall, suddenly seeking her favor?••••••It's a yuri harem novel.

A Naruto fanfic where the MC is not an orphan and he does not chase after every single girl in the elemental nations (#NO-HAREM CLUB). What more could you want?~~~SYNOPSIS~~~When a popup appeared on Jacob's screen while he was playing Minecraft to fill out the transmigration form, he didn't expect it would actually happen because if he knew, he would've definitely not requested any random system as his cheat.~What to expect~# A protagonist who is not an orphan# NO-HAREM (No romance either at least till the point I've written.)# Even though he has a system, he wouldn't become op anytime soon so there would be lots and lots of training# Other characters won't be idiots to make the mc look smart~What not to expect~# HAREM# Cold emotionless mc# Immediate plot derailment

The moment I received the restructuring notice from my company, the world changed with a deafening roar, as if the sky was collapsing.[The sale of this Earth has been decided.][Restructuring of personnel will be carried out.]A life-or-death restructuring. Missions that grant special powers upon completion. If this is some miraculous prank, I’ll give it my all!“I found it. A way for us all to survive.”The meteoric rise of Lee Eunho, the restructuring target, begins now!

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.