MTL - When I Bind the Plot Maintenance System - Chapter 43

Upon transmigrating, she immediately faces a disastrous flood, and then has to deal with a marriage swap to an old man who is both slovenly and hunchbacked?Someone: My wife, truly majestic and dominant!PS: This story includes a space with a bit of fantasy, and there's only the heroine who is reborn through transmigration.

“I will not be defined as a ‘wolfless deviant’I will not be a pawn in the 'games Alphas play'And I refuse to be mated to the stranger who crashed into my life and turned everything upside down…Only that might be my biggest challenge yet.”Those were the words Lyla chanted to herself as she left the annual werewolf gala, drenched in her sweat and her pheromones.Only days ago, she was a happy teenager existing in the human world – trying to get through college and go far away, forget everything she’s been through and start life afresh but now, she’s in the middle of the gala, sprawled on the ground with her desires in everyone’s face and Alpha Ramsey Kincaid – the Lycan leader of the White Moon Throne extending his hands towards her.If she takes it, she would bring dishonour to her family because she is in no state to be mingling with anyone, talk more of the Lycan leader who was out of her league and if she refuses, she risks being sent to the pack prison for not taking better care of herself during her heat - Yes, it was a crime for her to be without a wolf.But when he touches her, something inside her stirs…Desires?Yes!Powers hidden by the moon goddess?Yes!And maybe just maybe, the stirrings of her missing wolf whose voice can calm feral wolves and heal …Can she learn to trust this man whose mouth says a different thing and his hands speak another language or would she become a pawn – a piece of chess in the games ‘Alphas play’?One thing’s for certain- Lyla Woodlands was done being the pack’s little, dirty ‘wolfless deviant’. It’s time this wolfless wonder showed them what she’s made of.#Slow burn#Wispy old prophecies# Love Triangle - ML and FL best friend#Villian in love with FL

“What’s my class?”[Beast Tamer – Class E]“..Seriously?”Lee Min-Jae was a workaholic with no social life who died slumped over his keyboard. When he opened his eyes, he was in an RPG-like world — but with the worst class imaginable: Tamer.Tamers were seen as useless. Weak. Limited to disloyal, expensive-to-keep wild monsters.But he wasn’t just any fool. He was a systems-obsessed gamer, an expert at finding exploits and shortcuts.With his cold, analytical mind, he chose to break the game’s rules — by leveraging the most reviled mechanic of all: contracts.Where others saw abomination, he saw an exploit. And he was ready to turn the worst class into something unbeatable.---------------This story have:[Adventure][Smut][MSmut] (no NTR).[Harem][System / LitRPG][Strategy] - cold planning, exploiting mechanics, creative use of abilities.[Cold and Calculating Protagonist] – no naive romance.[Worldbuildin] – rules, politics, economy.[No NTR] – the protagonist is not betrayed, no passive humiliation content.

“I don’t care about how people in this world live, whether they have enough to eat, whether they can wear warm clothes, whether they have dreams and hope. I don’t care about their likes and dislikes.”

“It’s just that if you want to go to the sky, you need a complete advanced industrial system, a set of related research institutes, the most advanced materials science laboratory, and a big government that can coordinate all departments. It needs countless people who don’t have to worry about food and clothing. Dedicating wealth for this requires millions of high-level intellectuals to contribute their minds, and tens of thousands of different supporting manufacturers supply the best parts.”

“In short, it takes a world of abundance, and a great civilization to accomplish it.”

— Ian

A world reborn from its ashes.

An era that is coming to an end.

A group of prisoners fighting for power and power in the land.

A young man staring at the sky.

Prisoners peered out of the window of fate, mostly gazing at the dirt.

Only one is looking up at the stars.

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