My Alter Ego's Path to Greatness - Chapter 433

The Titans, nearly divine creatures born alongside the most ancient of deities.The dragons, formidable predators at the pinnacle of countless worlds' food chains.Mureya, inheritor of the Titan and Golden Dragon lineage, sits upon the Throne.The red dragons, blue dragons, green dragons... green bronze dragons, red copper dragons, yellow bronze dragons... amethyst dragons, crystal dragons, jade dragons, numerous giant dragons prostrate beneath the throne.Cloud Giants, Mist Giants, Stone Giants, Frost Giants... Storm Giants, Mountain Giants, Tidal Giants... countless Giants kneel before the Throne.The power of the ruler is not merely for slaughter and conquest!PS: One of the protagonist's parents is a Lawful Good Golden Dragon, the other a Lawful Neutral Titan. Thus, the protagonist will be an entity that abhors all forms of evil and despises any semblance of chaos.PS: Inevitably, there are some dark aspects within this book. If you find them distasteful, esteemed readers, please refrain from hastily writing a review.

“Gege, what does cultivating feelings mean?? Is kissing when you eat someone’s mouth?? How are children born??” The 3-year-old Xiao Tu likes to chase after her ChangZhi gege and ask questions…

Ten years old Cheng Zhiyan had always seemed been studious and hardworking. However, when he heard these three questions, he was stunned and fled in an instant… until one day, a certain thirteen-year-old Xiao Tu pressed Cheng Zhiyan to the wall and kissed him. Then she smacked her lips to savor the taste and said: “It turns out that when you kiss orange juice, it really taste like orange juice ah…” the always calm and indifferent Cheng ZhiYan, once again fled in defeat.

**TN: ChengZhi Yan’s name sounds like orange juice

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In 2180, the last survivor of the human race returns to Earth.

In 2025, a 3rd generation Chaebol regains consciousness after being rendered a vegetable in a car accident.

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