MTL - Traveling Through Ancient Times To Be a Shopkeeper - Chapter 34 All those who come to find fault come together

Seven SinsSeven sistersSeven Arch-ParasitesSeven Host.Orion a late bloomer who didn't get a system was terrified as he couldn't accept it.But something happen, something he never thought in his life will happen.When one of the seven picked Orion everyone changed, Orion was now blessed with a system, why was he blessed?But again lust is one of the sins and he was here to be strong, revenge and conquer all the women in the world. Perhaps 100 lady in his harem, who knows 200.(ALERT)♥Unconscious host detected♥♥Host body damaged to the core, useless, but yet something can be sensed.♥{Scanning Host Body}♥Seven sins detected in host body.♥Compatible sin is Lust.♥♥ Compatible sin is Greed.♥♥ Compatible sin is Gluttony.♥♥ Compatible sin is Sloth.♥♥ Compatible sin is Wrath.♥♥ Compatible sin is Pride.♥♥ Compatible sin is Envy.♥{Initializing System Integration.}

I was the one who boosted your rank. Yet you stabbed me in the back? Fine. Goodbye. I’m taking it back. You’re finished now. Thanks to you, I now have an abundance of skill points for a prosperous hunter life. But… after spending some of those points, the S-Rank is starting to get obsessed with me…?

Tao is willing to take the peach blossom system to go to different worlds to complete the task, and the most important task is to fall in love. And every love, must be very sweet and very pet, only to complete the task.

In short, after he opened, every world must show love.

White Lotus: I feel the deep malice from the world. If I say that I am the protagonist, why did I finally become cannon fodder?

Slag Man: It’s too fast to face, like a tornado. If God gives me another chance to come back, please let me love him for 10,000 years.

Onlookers: God, take the two shows and love, we are going to be killed by dog ​​food!

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.