The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron - Chapter 2298: Chapter 2,189, enemies meet -LRB-fifth watch)

Su Yanyi: The president of Resplendent Entertainment, the legendary Entertainment Queen, and the support pillar every artist wanted.

The officer Zhou Ping'an, who had recently graduated, by chance obtained a Broken Mirror that could traverse the Different World.Since then, the sky had been the limit for the birds to soar, and the vast ocean a stage for the fish to leap…

[Slice of life]

What would you do if you could copy abilities during an apocalypse?

Of course, you can only copy women's abilities by having sex with them and absorbing their coitus essence!

Jake Mystro, a determined and strong-willed teenager without an ability, was frowned upon and disdained for being powerless, as his body even rejected artificial abilities. Yet, that didn't bother Jake or make him sad, rather, he supported himself with the help of beast gears to avoid being bullied.

However, on a particular day, Jake got tricked into awakening his Vampiric powers, but the process left him in a life and death condition. Luckily, he acquired the 'Cuckold System.

[Ding!]

[You have acquired the Cuckold System]

[The Goddess of lust has acknowledged your strong will and determination]

[You have become a dedicated follower]

[By stealing other people's women you shall become stronger]

“I shall not become the follower of anyone! I will also conquer the goddess of lust! Mark my words!”

[Fufufu.....you have balls of steel, you know?]

Let's follow the journey of Jake Mystro as he embarks on the journey of doing perverted tasks and becoming men's worst nightmare.

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.