Primordial 'Dual Cultivator' Dragon With System - Chapter 1205: Bringing People II

a virus has spread throughout the world, forcing the citizens of most major cities to lock themselves inside their houses.Leo has found himself locked in his own house with 6 of his teenage step sisters, with both of his parents in a different country and not interested in his or his sisters well being.However, as the days go by he starts realizing something...each and every one of the girls he is trapped with are degenerates.##########################Straight up smut novel. Hope y'all enjoy it.

Bai Wu suddenly gains the ability to see the success rate of events in the real world. After experimenting with buying lottery tickets, he realizes the extent of his superpower.Thus, a lucky “Prince of Fortune” who succeeds in everything he does is born! A single antique trade turns him into a multimillionaire overnight.A casual blind date makes him the object of affection for two beautiful women.A random visit to a street market propels him into a massive fortune of 2.5 billion!With his extraordinary ability, he steadily ascends to the pinnacle of life!

“I don't have enough money or power right now, but I will definitely find a way to bring them all to their knees! I'll make them all beg!” She hissed, shaking with anger and frustration. “I will do everything, anything… to make them all regret… even if I have to sell my soul to the devil!” She said with determination flashing in her beautiful eyes.

The man smirked. He lifted his fingers and tucked some errant strands of her slightly mussed up hair behind her ear. “Be careful what you wish for, Miss. A certain devil here might really fulfil your wish and claim your soul in exchange.”

“If that devil is really here, do introduce him to me, handsome. I would like to make a deal with him.” Eva drawled out, smirking back at him.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.