MTL - The Monkey King - Chapter 752 : The storm is coming

New story “99 Pursuits: Young Master Ning, Can't Stop Pampering” has been released, absolutely sweet and indulgent!Rumor has it that a certain CEO is not fond of women, yet his five-year-old son keeps clamoring for a mommy, while all the women who come forward get repeatedly rejected.“The legs are too thick, the chest is too small, the waist not slim enough!” the cute child shakes his head in disapproval.The women lament: Is he looking for a mommy or a wife?!The man nods in satisfaction: As expected of his son, warding off many unsuitable romances.Until one day, the cute child brings a beauty to him and says: I've taken a liking to this woman! If you don't marry her, I will!The man sneers coldly, thinking this woman is audacious, trying to deceive his son to marry into a wealthy family?Fine! The man straightforwardly throws a check and contract in the woman's face: Be my woman!Le Tong is dumbfounded, then outraged, packs up her things, and runs away, not forgetting to hand in her resignation letter.“CEO, the service that night was not bad, this is your tip!” Ji Rui looks at the penny in front of him, his face dark with anger: Chase after her!

In a supernatural world where secret forces are at play in the courts, Qi Xuansu, a seventh-rank Daoist priest, finds himself in a struggle to escape his fate as a pawn. The only way to do so is by completing missions and earning enough merit to buy back his freedom. But first, he must enhance his cultivation and climb the ranks of the Daoist Order. Follow Qi Xuansu as he unlocks his potential in his journey toward self-realization and liberation!

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

Born and raised in a lab Tristan must figure out how to live and survive in the outside world. To make matters worse he has 4 others to look after. He's the oldest but is always being taken care of, to make sure his lab siblings want for nothing, Tristan will need to make a difficult decision. The goal is to provide for his siblings but he ends up living just like he was groomed to live. On top of everything else, there are four alphas who want to mate with him, and they don't mind sharing. Will Tristan accept his fate? Or will he runaway?