Transmigration: The Main Character is Not Becoming the Cannon Fodder! - Chapter 460 - 12: You Stole My Man (12)

Lin Chang'an traversed to the Immortal Cultivation Realm and became a lone cultivator who failed to enter an Immortal Sect.After twenty years of arduous cultivation, feeling disheartened and prepared to return to the mundane world to enjoy human wealth, he awakened to the proficiency panel.As long as he diligently learns and practices, his efforts will surely bear fruit.

Got the Superstar System, eagerly entered the entertainment industry, only to find that it took ten years for the system to finish loading.[Reward: 6.3 million shares of Penguin stock][Reward: 2 million shares of Maotai stock][Reward: 3.71 million shares of Mrs. Hua's stock][Reward: 300,000 shares of Apple stock][Reward: One special effects company][Reward: One metaphysical Santana 2000, immune to three car accidents]Qi Hao originally thought he was working for the system, completing tasks like a puppet on strings.Even felt a sense of shame from a certain play.It was only later that he realized his shallowness and ignorance.This wasn't him working for the system; it was clearly under the system's help, having various capital tycoons work for him.

The unfortunate prince, Xu Nian, took over the Profound Yellow Sect and recruited disciples from game players on Earth with the help of his system. Since then, the entire martial arts world has undergone a huge transformation.“Awesome, there's even a sense of pain!”“This is definitely cutting-edge tech! Which gaming god is behind this game?”“I thought we had complete freedom, so why can't I take off my pants?”

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.