MTL - Okay, I Can’t Eat This - Chapter 130

You feel your strength is insufficient, Strength +1.You have practiced the Golden Bell Shield, Martial Arts Level +1.You have picked up a volume of Taoist scripture, Understanding +1.Your opponent is extraordinarily strong. The Golden Bell Shield has reached Great Perfection. You combined the Golden Bell Shield, Iron Cloth Shirt, and Thirteen Cross Training, all +1, and mastered the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill. Your opponent's knife cannot harm you and is utterly devastated. ...

A man is stabbed by a robber on the run after pushing his coworker and his coworker’s new fiance out of the way. As he lays dying, bleeding on the ground, he hears a voice. This voice is strange and interprets his dying regret of being a virgin by giving him the [Great Sage] unique skill! Is he being made fun of ?!

She was a beauty with pretty appearance beyond comparison. Time-traveling to the alien world thousands of years ago for a few times, she fought against monsters and evils and saved her country out of danger. During the time in this Alien world, she made friends with a number of fairies. There were plenty of stories happening around them. Meanwhile, she met the prince of the Alien world and fell in love with him. She felt the bitterness of love, while the sweetness of love…

He was the prince of the Alien world with handsome appearance and gentle temperament. In order to pursue his love, he time-traveled to the world thousands of years later for several times. He experienced a lot and tasted the sufferance of the love. In the end, he could achieve his dream and desire.

This is a story of love between different times and worlds. Love, friendship, trust, betray…

Let’s start a travel of adventure and feel this legendary love of different worlds.

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.