Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 1155 Undercurrent (4)

One week. If you survive, you choose a Cosmic Power... you survive. Jace isn’t one to give up. Not when his sister dies. Not when he loses his legs. And definitely not when The Cosmic System takes over Earth. With nothing more than his street smarts, the clothes on his back, and a river otter companion; he must survive a planet full of vicious predators that see him as an easy meal. If he can survive? He gets to choose a Cosmic Power and a Class. A path to ascension. A way to bring his sister back.

Soren transmigrated into Lover’s Labyrinth, a dating sim, not as a protagonist, but as a side character.That should have been fine. But instead, he awakened the Perverted Harem System, which gave shameless quests so absurd that even thinking about them made him seethe in anger.“This is a dating sim, not a pornhwa,” he roared in rage.From academy life to dungeon trials, his peaceful plan began to collapse as the system dragged him into chaos, embarrassment, and dangerously effective “accidental” progress.If he wanted to survive one event after another, he had to complete indecent missions without getting himself killed or exposed, all while simultaneously building a perverted harem of heroines far stronger than him.Surely… nothing could go wrong. Right?***

Others' impression of Emperor Bo is: aloof, terrifying, and indifferent.Tong Yan's impression of Emperor Bo is: spoils her, spoils her, spoils her.Emperor Bo won the Global Best Actor Award, and during an interview, a reporter asked: “Emperor, what do you think is the most romantic thing?”Emperor Bo smiled slightly: “The most romantic thing I can think of is giving her the best!”Women across the country were moved to tears, crying out and begging to marry him.But Tong Yan gritted her teeth: Best, my foot!This book is also known as 'How the Emperor Spoils His Wife.'

【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】

“I can read minds and I understand psychology.

I can identify everything and even predict my own death.

However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die.

The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls.

The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes.

If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……”

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