Start With Contracting Sprites - Chapter 528 - Where’s ah Luo? where’s such a big ah Luo?

Ethan Graves was a weak, poor, 26-year-old virgin who had never even talked to a girl properly. His only escape was gaming. One night, after finally beating his favorite fantasy game, he went to sleep wishing he could live in that world and become someone powerful — someone feared, respected, and surrounded by beautiful, strong women.When he woke up, his wish had come true.Now trapped inside the very game he cleared, Ethan starts at level 1 with the mysterious Overlord System. In a world ruled by strength, where heroes, monsters, and magic dominate the realms, he must rise from nothing, grow stronger, and slowly build a powerful harem of villainesses, warriors, and queens.This is the story of a former nobody rising to become the ruler of all.WARNING:-this novel has smut.it has harem.it has smut but it is not smut based novel.No NTR

Her first encounter with Qin Sijue is an unexpected one. While trying to hide from her pursuers, she accidentally barges into his changing room. Yet, their paths crosses again fatefully—after a fake marriage, she legally becomes his bride. She imagines that they will only interact before the agreement ends, after which they would have nothing to do with each other. However, Qin Sijue comes over with two red booklets—their wedding certificate. “Take them for an appraisal and see if they’re real”.

In short, MC inadvertently created a world, but as the creator of the world, he did not know the world at all. He should have lived here like a fish in the sea with some plug-ins that MCs always have. But now he is even stumped by the bugs in the instant world. Luckily, in this world he has found his shadow guard, or his lover? So the daily adventure is getting not so boring…

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.