MTL - Prehistoric: A Stable Life, Starting From the Journey To the West - Chapter 705

Wonderful wizards mix and match Western magic and Eastern mysticism, and become the most unexpected wizard or Taoist priest in the world.

Tom: Watch out Vijay, Tiger Tank!

Vijay: Shrink quickly, just missing a keychain, hehe…

Tom: The mummy is resurrected, run

Vijay: What are you panicking about? Come and get a corpse talisman, stop first, just squatted in the pit and forgot to bring toilet paper…

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[sexual content and lemons warning]Warning: Sexual content, lemons, Comedy, MILFs, Genius Mc and his harem.Support the novel by adding to your library and with power stones!!*****Freshly turned eighteen, John Newman, a helpless nerd, suddenly gets video game abilities granted to him. A mysterious higher power, a secret Abyss of magic beneath the surface of the normal world, mages, martial artists, eroticism, tragedy and a harem of hot girls awaits.

“Let the world burn… if that’s what it takes to keep them from stealing what’s mine.”William Knox, once hailed as the brightest inventor of the century, dies with his heart corroded by betrayal. His daughter and closest friend stripped him of everything—his legacy, his empire, his future. But death wasn’t the end… it was only the beginning.He awakens in a strange world, ruled not by science, but by magic. His body is no longer his own. His soul is bound by a dark contract, and his mind is still tethered to his past—thanks to a newborn AI and the last working prototype of his neural implant.“Will you make a contract with me?”Guided by the cold logic of his most innocent creation and the limitless power of arcane forces, William must survive among arcane kingdoms, ancient beings, and buried secrets that defy reality.To succeed, he’ll need to master this new world’s magical laws, manipulate those who inhabit it, and uncover why he was brought here… and by whom.Vengeance forged his soul.Magic will shape his destiny.And the truth… will destroy the world.A story of magic, vengeance, and the birth of a new god of nightmares begins here...----------------------Warning:-------------------------------Explicit sex scenes starting from chapter 19, in any case this story is not focused on R18 it is just an explicit series.

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.