MTL - Mr. CEO, Spoil me 100 Percent! - v2 Chapter 919 Xia Xinghe is a diplomat

Got roomed with another straight man in a love hotel and had to share a bed. Meeting by the road side on a certain day, the boy in his arms was smiling wildly.

Hey, let me explain myself, don’t go ahead of yourself. I was just being a samaritan. I had to help, even if I lied about being a straight man like you.

Are you running away after getting me excited? Let’s see what kind of ending you want today.

Since you all asked for a wife chasing crack, then let’s perseverate to the end. I’m not crazy, you are the one who is crazy. This is probably a crack but still gentle gong and a shou fighting against the crack story. Lighthearted! Comedy! No brain cells will be lost!

- Description from Novelupdates

The world was hit by an abnormal narcolepsy, and there was a mass coma. Lee-joonhyuk was transferred to a dimensional battle field as he fell into an abnormal narcoleptic sleep. This is the story of him as he starts as a minion.

Traveling through the world of comprehensive martial arts, Xia An awakens the god-level corpse-touching system, as long as he touches the corpse, he can get various rewards!

I wanted to develop wretchedly, but I just became a six-door patrol, and I was ruthless at the beginning!

Ruthless: “The pervert will die!”

Xia An: “Obviously you rushed up by yourself, so can you go down to the ground now…”

With being involved in various disputes, Xia An’s strength is constantly increasing.

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for touching Ye Gucheng’s body, gaining 20 years of internal strength, flying immortal sword moves from heaven and earth.”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for touching Yang Dingtian’s corpse, gaining a hundred years of skill, and moving the universe.”

…

Many years later, Emperor Ming looked at Xia An with a wry smile.

“Wu Wang, why don’t you be the emperor?”

- Description from novelbuddy

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?