MTL - The Portal of Wonderland - Chapter 1031 Blood splashing

They say in life if you are not at the top of the food chain, it's only a matter of time before it becomes your turn to be prey.They say only the strong can survive in the Murim, I and my little sister after getting transmigrated survived painfully, fighting and fighting, climbing our way to the top, protecting her every step of the way.We finally found ourselves at the top of the food chain, at the top of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.But life just had to be so cruel, a plot out of jealousy got I and my sister killed, I watched her die in my arms and I could do nothing but just painfully watch.But maybe life wasn't as cruel, it at least gave me a chance to exact revenge.I was reborn into the Unorthodox faction.This chance shall not pass me by.Anyone or anything that stands in my way...I shall burn...I shall massacre...I shall Destroy...

Arakawa Kouki is reincarnated to a Japan with a different history than the Japan he knows with the memories of his previous life still intact. Kouki was discouraged, “Aren’t reincarnation stories supposed to be at some fantasy world filled with swords, magic and elves?!”

Li Yuan was struggling at the bottom of society, however out of the blue a peach pit appeared. He did not know that at that moment, the peach pit will completely transform his life.

With this peach pit, Li Yuan not only strengthened his body, but also changed normal crops to rare highest quality items.

Henceforth Li Yuan started to manage a farm, established a ranch and bought a fishing ground. Not only did he become the number one crop supplier, but also possessed a land to govern, making him a genuine landlord.

He had leisure time to enjoy beautiful landscapes, pleasantly touring the mysterious world, tasting top-notch culinary cuisine, effortlessly chatting with females, this beautiful life is no longer a dream!

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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.