Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess! - Chapter 97 - : Good Morning, Albion

Sally, in order to fulfill her original wish, entered Beast World and transformed into a little white mouse, also binding herself to the Offspring System.[The Dragon Lineage has gone ten thousand years without new blood.][How many points for the Dragon Lineage?][Five hundred million!]

In the 30th century, Tyler Rustel is an eccentric and visionary genius, renowned as a brilliant inventor. His life, however, comes to an abrupt end when a small experimental nuclear reactor explodes in a series of unforeseen events. Yet, death is not the end for Tyler. He awakens in a body that feels both familiar and foreign—a parallel version of himself in a completely different universe.This is not a world of technological progress or orderly civilization. Here, twisted gods roam the cosmos, shaping realities according to their cruel whims. The moral laws that governed his previous world do not exist. This is a magical universe, one marked by brutal betrayals, interdimensional wars, and endless massacres. The balance between the forces that rule this cosmos is fragile, and Tyler finds himself at the center of schemes involving powerful entities and boundless ambitions.However, Tyler is no longer an ordinary man. Upon awakening in this new world, he discovers that a fragment of his technology has survived with him: an advanced artificial intelligence system capable of analyzing, adapting, and enhancing anything, provided it has the necessary data. From magical weapons and arcane spells to alchemical techniques and enchanted jewelry, everything can be optimized under his supervision.Armed with this technological advantage in a universe dominated by magic, Tyler quickly realizes the potential of his unique position. While others struggle to survive, he schemes to conquer. Driven by his sharp intellect and a questionable sense of morality, Tyler embarks on a ruthless campaign to achieve magical supremacy and subjugate all worlds around him. He seeks neither redemption nor alliances. His ambition is clear: to rule everything and everyone as a tyrant, to amass an immense harem of women, and to father one million children to establish his legacy across all realms.

Everyone said Su Xiaofeng from Lihua Village was lucky, despite having two kids to drag around, she still married a big shot from the Imperial Capital, making everyone green with envy.But the truth was this:In the 21st century, Su Xiaofeng, a leftover woman who started her own business, died unexpectedly while pregnant and was reborn into the body of a village girl from the 1990s.Right after arriving, she discovered the shocking news that she was pregnant.Touching her chin and then excitedly patting her stomach, Su Xiaofeng said, “It's like finding what you've been searching for without any effort at all.”To ensure that after the baby's birth, she could do whatever she wanted, Su Xiaofeng rolled up her sleeves and got to work, and by accident, she obtained a Spiritual Mirror, renowned for its wealth and beauty.From then on, she went further and further down the path of stepping over Lianhua, tearing apart local thugs, torturing her unkind mother, and beating up big shots... wait, no, on the path to getting rich.Only, her twins were beginning to look more and more like a certain big shot from the Imperial Capital.This story is fictional; rigorists beware!

“Don’t touch there, it’s dirty…” Su Yanyun flushes. The man smiles slightly and wipes the mud stains on her feet.

“My baby, it’s not dirty.”

Overnight, Young Master Yi changes from being a clean freak who is unable to even get close to his relatives to being desensitized and doting on this little woman of unknown origins.

“Hubby, the baby in my belly is calling you!”

Even if he has to cross half of Earth, Young Master Yi would still fly back overnight.

“Boohoo, Hubby, they called the baby a bastard!”

Capture all the scums who spread this rumor!

“Hubby, I want to bring our baby on a trip!”

Young Master Yi: “Don’t forget to bring your luggage.”

“Which one?”

“Me.”