MTL - Scum Male’s Whitewashing Manual - v2 Chapter 282 The old master of the monastic (13)

Good news: You’ve transmigrated as a born protagonist , your confidants have exceptional talents, boasting abilities like Heart Voice, Simulator, Rebirth... and many other top-tier skills. What you only need to do is to wait for one of them to grow up, then you will be invincible to ascend. Bad news: They’re all yandere !!! Under the gaze of yandere, Xu Yuan shivered in fear. It was not until he was about to be attacked with a firewood cleaver. “If that’s the case, then I’m dropping the act—I am none other than the Great Love Immortal Venerable!”

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Tinsley Rutherford's life turns upside down when her rich parents are killed in a tragic car accident. To make things worse, her fiance suddenly breaks off their billion-dollar contract marriage engagement.

Sad and lost, Tinsley goes out one night to drown her sorrows in alcohol and meets the mysterious and handsome Kian Wilson at a bar. To her shock, she wakes up the following morning in this handsome stranger's arms. In her panic, she flees his house and leaves him to search for his mystery princess.

What happens when these two fated strangers meet again? Will they get a second chance this time, or will Tinsley make a run for it again?

After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder.The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other.The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter.Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human.Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food.Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead.The first step was to improve his life.What, the beastmen do not know how to farm?No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter.Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks!Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste.Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death.Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life.It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end.Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you!And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me!...Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!

“Since I was born, I’ve had the same dream every day, where the same day repeats over and over.”“What do you do in the dream?”“Rob banks, blow up buildings, flirt with girls, play Grand Theft Auto… since it’s a dream, I naturally do a lot of lawless things.”“Tell me what you did last night.”“Last night was more interesting. I’ve been dreaming for so long, but it’s the first time I’ve dreamt of someone I know in real life. She was a very beautiful girl…”“Mhm.” The police officer nodded while taking notes. “Go on, I’m listening.”