MTL - As a Captain, You Must Be Cold - Chapter 95

Reborn in the world of Naruto, Otis is granted a single “Legendary Skill”: Throwing. No chakra beasts. No kekkei genkai. Just the art of hurling things... perfectly. Now a towering five-year-old in Konoha, Otis must survive a ninja world that laughs at his gift — until they see what a true master of throwing can do.------------------------------------------Disclaimer:This is a fan fiction inspired by Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto. All rights belong to their original owners. No copyright infringement intended. For concerns, contact me and I’ll take it down.------------------------------------------(A/N):This Fanfiction is written by me.This is not a translation or adaptation.I upload on Webnovel, Royal Road, and Scribble Hub only------------------------------------------Want to read ahead?Join my Patreonpatreon.com/pacifist01https://discord.gg/SeF8utGspM

After transmigrating to the Blue Moon continent, Qingyi served his master for twelve years, proving himself to be a pure and chaste young man until he finally received the Corruption Dragon God, promising to keep it safe from nefarious hands.But well... he couldn't have suffered all that for nothing, could he? Now that it was finally over, he would use this bloodline to its fullest extent. There wouldn't be a single wife of any arrogant young master who wouldn't know his touch!His journey on the continent of the blue moon will only be the beginning, immortals and celestials would all tremble under his power!What will you find in this novel?- Big woman(Just like in the cape)- Smut- Lust system- Large Harem- Smart MC- Some level of mind control.- An almost endless cultivation path- There will be no Netorare, but there will be Netori (MC stealing wives).What will you not find in this novel?- NTR(Netorare)- Brain dead mc- Dense mc- Yaoi/Yuri

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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The most vulnerable time in a tennis game is when you are leading; even if there is a match point, the game is still possible.

Football is round, tennis is also round.

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