MTL - All Heavens and Myriad Realms System - Chapter 85

[One of the Best Harem Story on WN]

[#WPC320 #Villain_Theme Winner]

[Read only if you want a great plot, sweet romance, and a perfect harem without any forced development.]

[This novel is not where MC rules the plot and grows alone. The story belongs to mc and his spicy harem (girls).]

[Unique Yandere Girl, Nyla. You might love her personality, and find her very special.]

[Story would make sense as it progresses. I have avoided info dump and explained in a natural way to answer each question through the characters.]


In a parallel universe, Earth was invaded by nefarious Dhovrix two hundred years ago, Human had no choice but to fight them. Their strength paled in comparison and they lost even though they were greater in numbers.

However, the Human race made a breakthrough in technology and they were able to build a Portal that led them to the Land of Asuras where they found magic beasts. Killing them gave them super skills to contend against the Dhovrix race which had taken over one-third of the earth's region.

Dhovrix might start a war again anytime so Humans needed to be prepared. To save humanity, and not let Dhovrix's race steal more from the earth Human needed the power to face them.

Rio, a 16-year-old boy, was adopted by the Havenglow family and got his engagement broken by the Mailon family because he had no innate talent. He was sent to the land of Asuras for becoming strong but something happened that made him walk a path where he had to go against the humans.

Join this exciting journey of Rio, who marries the Asura Empress and goes against the human race to raise to power. Will he choose the dark side where his wife lives or will he choose his birthplace where he grew up?

Venshiro, a young ronin bound to the Black Vein Blade, is hunted by clans who would kill for the curse he carries. Every time he draws the sword, it takes something from him—his memories, his soul. But the blade remembers everything.And now, it wants more.

The day I saw Caleb’s interview on the ‘Celebrity Hot Gist’ talk show, our five-year relationship came to a humiliating end.***Hi, my name is Naya Rivers.Struggling actress. Betrayed fiancée and recently turned amateur assassin to save my dying mother.Now I’m posing as a replacement actress, sent to ruin the cold, ruthless Apex Entertainment President, Hansel Ward.Instead, I ruined myself and collapsed in his arms, only to wake up three days later as a prisoner in his penthouse.Turns out Hansel Ward isn’t just a billionaire. He’s a werewolf with a monster buried deep inside him.Now I'm trapped in his world—a hidden society of werewolf dynasties, vampire enemies, and ancient bloodlines. I'm bait in his game to smoke out whoever's trying to kill him.But here's what nobody knows: I'm immune to werewolf mind control. I'm the weapon vampires have been hunting for centuries. I'm the one thing that can destroy the most powerful werewolf dynasty in existence.Hansel Ward thought he was using me, joke’s on him, I’m the most dangerous thing that’s ever walked into his life.And this fake relationship? It's about to become the most real thing either of us has ever known.This is my story.My downfall.And now, my rise.It is now my turn to take revenge, and I won’t stop until I put everyone who has ever hurt me in the misery I am currently wallowing in.So yeah…Good luck to me.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”