MTL - I Like This Dream! - v2 Chapter 80

Transmigrating into a high-martial world, Lin Ye unexpectedly discovered he had acquired a system— But the problem was, this system didn’t seem to work quite right.[Basic Attack Lv.1] [Thick Hide Lv.1] [Charged Smash Lv.1]…“Hold on, System, I’m obviously a human! Why are the skills you’re giving me so damn weird?”“Negative, Host. You are a goblin. Please abandon your delusions and prepare for battle! This System will absolutely make you the ultimate Boss, never to be raided by adventurers!”It wasn’t until the invasion of the myriad races, when the Demon God flashed a hideous grin and ripped Lin Ye’s head clean off, that the deity finally realized—Wait… was that just this human’s first health bar?!

I complained that the play script in this other world was terrible. But then they told me, ‘If you don’t like it, write it yourself.'” I got so mad that I plagiarized the lives of famous people and made them into scripts. ⌠Your Highness, I still have twelve battleships.⌡ ⌠The die is cast.⌡ ……But it ended up being way more popular than I expected. Somebody, help me!!!

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

Dynasties rise and dynasties fall, like the tide washing the sand.