MTL - Game Loading - Chapter 243 The collapse of the Jiujie 02 ┃ our home ... no more.

Zhong Yansheng lived for eighteen years. After accidentally falling into the water, he dreamed and found that he was living in a book. In the book, he was a fake young master who was mistakenly adopted by the Marquis. After the real young master came back, he {real} was not taken seriously by the family and was driven to a separate courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing. His parents only doted on him {fake}, and they turned the real young master into a black hearted man, and finally his family was ruined. After waking up, Zhong Yansheng learned the news that Master Zhen returned to the house three days ago, but the whole family only revolved around him {fake} who was sick.

Ethan Liu, an ordinary young man trapped in a monotonous life, finds an escape in the form of the latest virtual reality game—Immortal Cultivation VR. This game offers a deeply immersive cultivation experience where players can become powerful cultivators by mastering ancient martial arts.However, what initially seems like mere entertainment soon turns into a far more dangerous and mysterious journey. When Ethan accidentally joins a cultivator chat group filled with players from around the world, he begins to realize that the virtual world is much more than just a game. Behind its battles and mighty creatures lies a greater threat that could destroy not only the game but the real world as well.In his quest to uncover the truth behind the game, Ethan must fight against powerful players with dark ambitions while facing a crucial dilemma regarding the immense power and technology controlling the virtual world. As time passes, Ethan’s choices in the virtual realm start to have real-world consequences, altering the very fabric of life outside the game.As the battle between the virtual world and reality escalates, Ethan must decide whether to continue seeking power in the game or fight to prevent the impending destruction of both worlds. With the fate of the world resting on his shoulders, Ethan faces a decision that will shape the future of humanity—and his own destiny.Virtual Reality Cultivator is an epic tale of power, betrayal, and self-discovery in a world where the boundaries between reality and virtual worlds are becoming increasingly blurred.

A man reincarnates in the body of a boy who suffered a tragedy, only to realize that he is in the world of My Hero Academia. What's even stranger is that his quirk seems to have the abilities of Nen and Haki.

I used to think obsessive male leads were kind of hot. You know—the intense stares, the undying devotion, the way they’d burn the world for the woman they love? Swoon, right?Wrong.That fantasy went up in smoke the moment I woke up in the body of Sonia Mitford—the heroine of The Crimson Devotion, the first obsessive romance fantasy novel I ever read. The one that ended on a mysterious hiatus. The one with Marius Wittelsbach—a charming, possessive psychopath who thinks an ankle shackle is a love language.Now I’m trapped in a velvet-draped prison, shackled to a bedpost like some porcelain doll in a gothic fairytale. And Marius? He’s worse than I remembered. Sweet, soft-spoken... and utterly unhinged.“You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you.”Translation: I’ll murder anyone who blinks in your direction and serve you tea over their corpse.“Anyone who bothers you... anyone who looks at you the wrong way... I’ll get rid of them for you.”I thought I was playing the role just fine—smiling, nodding, pretending not to be horrified.But then—plot twist! Alessio Slovene, the forgettable side character, walks in looking like a golden retriever knight and drops this bomb: he’s actually the crown prince in disguise. And he’s investigating Marius.Finally—a lifeline. Maybe.Because people are vanishing. The body count is rising. And every time Marius kisses my forehead and calls me “Nia,” I feel one step closer to becoming the tragic heroine in a blood-soaked love story.Obsessive male leads aren’t dreamy.They’re terrifying.And I might be in way over my head.