Douluo: My Soul Skills Made Tang San Cry - Chapter 330 I’m afraid of comparison! Tang Yuehua is unhappy!

(Non-system, multiple female MCs, both good and evil)Fang Ling, who possesses the Chaos Sacred Body, was fiercely fought over by various forces since his birth. His heart, right eye, and treasured bone were successively taken away...After many twists and turns, the critically ill Fang Ling was placed in front of an ancient temple by a kind-hearted person. No one knew that within this ancient temple, five unparalleled masters were in seclusion. They had been hiding there for tens of thousands of years, suppressing the Immortal Heart of the Demon Ancestor.When the Immortal Heart erupted, the five masters were unable to contain it and took a desperate risk by implanting it into the infant's body. The fusion of the incomplete Sacred Body and the Immortal Heart led to the birth of a peerless monster...

A cultivator with normal aptitude finally found a treasure that could change his life but to his disappointment, he could not directly benefit from it.Author's Note: The MC is not smart and serious. He is goofy most of the time. This is a harem story. Leyvi will have many women. Thank you for reading and supporting me.Warning: My grammar is shit. Proceed with caution.

Sometimes dreams come true, even the impossible ones. Martin never expected to get a summer job as a mechanic at GP2 one day. As if that was not enough, he will work on his idol's car! The racing driver, however, turns out to be different than what the media shows him, as if he had something dark inside him ...With the smell of grease, gasoline and car oil, Martin learns more about life than he could ever expect.All events, characters and organizations are fictional. The resemblance to any real person, organization, or event is purely coincidental.Cover made using AI and my own work.

Life Demon, Order Demon, Knowledge Demon, Fate Demon, War Demon…When various bizarre powers invaded, the world was clearly divided into two distinct sides.Some worship them as gods, walking upon the earth as their spokespeople.Others choose to drink a glass of strong liquor on scarlet nights, and raise the hunting rifle in their hands