Conquest of Taboo and Debauchery - Chapter 17 - . Spring under skirt

Transmigrating from the Apocalypse to a technologically developed, peaceful world, Qiu Yu’s killing skills cultivated through hundreds of life-and-death situations suddenly lost their use, and even his body turned into a weak, squeamish…

Qiu Yu’s world views shattered into pieces: What the heck is an Omega?!

Qiu Yu, who knows nothing but fighting, eventually decided to become an anchor for a full-dive game—not only could he use his battle techniques to make a living, but he also didn’t have to brave leaving the house and meeting people—it was the perfect job.

However, in his first-ever broadcast, he shot an arrow straight through the heart of the e-sport circle’s verified no.1 god of war.

Mu Feibai touched the place above his heart, the corner of his mouth hooking up: Interesting… Come play professionally.

Qiu Yu rejected him: social anxiety, not going, see ya.

…And then he was sold off by his live-streaming platform to play for a professional team.

Qiu Yu: This was different from my plan!

Mu Feibai: You shot an arrow straight into my heart… baby, you still want to run?

- Description from Novelupdates

Zhang Lin, the king of Holy Light duel, was smeared by the team’s design and forced to withdraw from the online game professional league.
In order to return to the top, pick up the previous Summoner trumpet to fight against the Holy Light again, and perform the return of the king.
Summoner PK is the weakest? NO, everything is possible in Zhang Lin’s hands!
Play around with the guild, get the best equipment, and make beautiful MM…
Single P, Triple P, Group P, let the horses come over!
The bloody battle ignited the passion. Zhang Lin and his friends stepped over the mountains of corpses, and let tears and laughter witness Zhang Lin’s legendary online game life.

- Description from novelbuddy

On just another normal Monday, the world changed. The universe had reached a threshold humanity didn’t even know existed, and it was time to finally be integrated into the vast multiverse. A world where power is the only thing that one can truly rely on.

Jake, a seemingly average office worker, finds himself thrust into this new world. Into a tutorial filled with dangers and opportunities. In a world that should breed fear and concern, an environment that makes his fellow coworkers falter, Jake instead finds himself thriving.

Perhaps… Jake was born for this kind of world, to begin with.

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Author Note: Tags and content warnings are mainly to give me creative freedom later on. This is my first novel ever, and English isn’t my native language, so go easy on me chaps.

Kai's story begins in a cold holding cell - with no memories and nothing to live for. Just pain and rage. Broken, like the world around him. That’s when everything went black...The next thing he knew, he awoke as a mutant!Seven years earlier, in 2020, the Z Virus outbreak shattered the world. Cities fell. Beasts and monsters ravaged the streets. And from the chaos, mutants emerged - humans twisted by the virus into something more. A gift and a curse.But Kai didn’t mutate from the virus.He was made.The first and only stable artificial mutant, created by the twisted genius Dr Nyx - a man who failed to replicate him and spiralled into obsession.Tortured. Experimented on. Pushed to the edge. Kai finally escaped after his awakening, but the scars remained. And so did the power.Now free, Kai is cold, calculating, and merciless. His ability to manipulate blood - his own or others' - is terrifying. But to him, it’s just a tool. One he’ll wield without hesitation.In a ruined world ruled by the Association, mutants, and the strong, Kai has no interest in saving it. He wants answers about his past, the truth behind his mutation, and revenge on the man who tormented him.Only one thing is certain: He who bleeds last writes the story... even if it’s in crimson ink on the bones of the fallen.This is the story of the Bloodweaver!Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real events, locations, or people are purely coincidental and not intended to portray anything.