MTL - Virtual World: Close Combat Mage - v3 Chapter 942 The expeditionary army is coming

His name is Gao Yang (高阳), not a lamb (羔羊: gāo yáng), okay! If a gentle sheep gets upset, it will bite. Believe it or not!

Gao Yang a sheep in wolf’s clothes: Don’t come again! Otherwise, I will be rude!
Qin Shaoyan: Oh? Why not?
Gao Yang: I… I… won’t cook for you!
Qin Shaoyan: It doesn’t matter, just eat you.
Gao Xun: What if Dad dies after being eaten by Father? Waiting online, urgent!

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Noah Carter wasn't special. A broke programmer working from his cluttered studio apartment, he spent his days applying for jobs, getting rejected, and scraping by with low-paying freelance gigs.One ordinary Tuesday, while debugging code at 3 AM surrounded by energy drink cans and ramen cups, Noah accidentally broke reality.He didn't mean to... it just sort of... happened.A system message appeared, floating in his vision. The Idle Tycoon System had chosen him. His first shop: a small bakery in a Magical Medieval world where demons, dragons and half-humans exist.Every sale generated automatic income, day after day. Every new world unlocked new opportunities.Noah brought it all back to Earth, selling what he could, keeping what he couldn't. One shop became two. Two became a hundred. A network spanning dimensions, time periods, and realities—all generating income while he slept.Countless years later, Noah raised his head from his pillow and realized something unexpected. The broke programmer who couldn't land an interview had become the richest man in the universe!

This is a normal Overlord fanfic.The main character, Felix, will later cross over to other universes.In a nutshell, Felix is granted three wishes, which he uses to reincarnate in the world of the Overlord anime. I have an idea to share some pictures in the comments or in the Discort. Of course, life is not all rosy and Felix can do many evil things to get what he wants. Especially in a place like the New World where he'll need such devilry. OP MC, Evil like MC large harem, there will be “some” R-18 scenes in future episodes, but those parts are a long time away.MC will not sleep with every woman he meets in the New World. I only have the legal rights to the characters I create.No Yuri, No Netorare.The pictures of the characters I create are my own. This novel was written through a translator program, if you find any mistakes, please write.

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.