MTL - I Am a Normal Player! - Chapter 528 Rules or something, there is no such thing as taking advantage of loopholes

Due to investigating an arms case, he was forced to become a gigolo, from then on, the cute little loli, the sweet and pure young married woman, the cold and aloof CEO beauty, and all kinds of other beauties surrounded him.

The most cherished Little Princess of the Dragon Clan has fallen on hard times, living in an era of scarce provisions. Thankfully, she had a grandmother who doted on her as much as life itself.She drank brown sugar water every day and ate chicken eggs for every meal, making her plump and fair-skinned; she also donned new clothes for every season. All the young women and newlywed brides from miles around were envious of her naturally good fortune.However, the Little Princess had her woes: she was a dragon, and she craved meat, meat, meat!!Watch as she flexed her Dragon's Prestige —With just a glimpse at the trees, wild chickens would stiffly drop to the ground.If she stood next to the river, the fish inside would voluntarily leap onto the shore.Merely standing still, wild rabbits would run into her thigh...And as the Dragon Clan were fiercely protective of their food, she would fight anyone who dared to snatch her eats.Her fierce reputation extended far and wide, causing children in her group to take detours around her.Many people sneered: “With such a greedy, delicate and fierce character, she will definitely remain unmarried!”A certain Great Demon King who followed her said, “Marry me and become my wife. My home has endless supplies of canned beef, beef jerky, Dabai rabbit milk candy, imported chocolates, and various kinds of meat...”

I became a mage character from my favorite game.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.