MTL - Picking Up a General to Plow the Fields - Chapter 8 The origin of the two families

“If fate wants me to suffer, it should have picked someone else!” —Raven.Raven wakes up as the protagonist of his favorite novel. He knows the brutal storyline that makes grown men weep.The original protagonist endured it all, but Raven has no plans to play along.He has a system, but that broken thing has everything locked.He has knowledge of the plot, but no clue what twists the author hid beyond what he read.He has a choice to suffer like before or rewrite everything.The tragic twists? Fuck themThe heartbreaking losses? Skip themPointless sacrifices? Save themNo more misery for the sake of character growth.This time, he is writing his own legend and a story worth remembering!

I Was Born as a Dragon Prince… But Can’t my life be little peaceful?Hatched as the son of the strongest Dragon Empress, life should be all about power, glory, and world domination—should be. But honestly? That sounds exhausting. All this prince wants is a life of cuddles, snacks, and afternoon naps in his mother’s lap.Too bad his doting mother, a yandere maid, and his overprotective older sister have other plans—plans that usually involve him getting smothered, spoiled, or dragged into chaos. And let’s not even mention his aunt, who seems a little too happy to have him around.But can he truly live the slow life when he’s the center of everyone’s obsession? With dragons, elves, and who-knows-what-else vying for his attention, peace might be harder to find than treasure in a dragon’s hoard.———————————————[Warning: This novel contains degeneracy, fluff, and enough family bonding to make you question your morals.]A heartwarming, chaotic, and slightly unhinged slice-of-life story where the strongest creatures in the world fight over who gets to spoil the prince the most. Wholesome? Yes. Unhinged? Absolutely.Will he survive their love… or just give in and enjoy it?Hop in. Your degenerate heart will thank you!---------Harem- A lotRomance- In builtNetori- Not at any costSchool-life- For sureRevenge- Not a lotSmut- No but,Sex scene- yes----------

The Descent of the Dragon Tower.A young man refines the nine Dragon Emperors, cultivates the invincible Dragon Body of eternal glory.Slays the emperors of myriad heavens, gods, and demons alike, defying gods and Buddhas.Invincible across nine thousand realms!

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.