Magic Sect of Beauties: The Strongest Mage is in a Cultivation World - Chapter 12: Spirit Root Assessment and Inheritance.

“I want to see my money's worth. You belong to me now. So, strip!” he ordered coldly, taking a sip from his cognac.I fought back my tears, my trembling hands fiddling with the zipper of my shorts. His icy green eyes were latched onto my body the whole time, surveying the littlest movements I made like a predator. I was bare in front of him in no time, almost tempted to shield my body away from him with my hands.But I couldn't. Not when he had absolute control over me now.“Get on your knees and crawl to me.”••••Nylah Frost has been stuck in the underworld as a stripper long enough to have made a name for herself, but when push came to shove and her best friend's life was on the line, she broke the rules that guarded the club she worked at, sleeping with and stealing from the devil, Alpha Xavier Wilde, the most feared and ruthless Alpha, who is renowned for crushing his enemies effortlessly.When the little stripper stole from him, Xavier Wilde was extremely intrigued by her boldness, and it triggered his dark, predatory side that sought to chase after her and possess her.A sense of ownership that was supposed to be a game of endless pleasure to him soon became his undoing. How does heartless Alpha see her more than his property and an object of pleasure?Will Nylah allow herself to see past the hatred she has for him?

grains of sand slipping through my fingers.All I had left was my name: Clark.Enjoy reading it!

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

Jotaro awakened his Stand at 17 years old, but unexpectedly bound to a bastard system. Under the system's effect, he was forced to go to other worlds. In order to return to his own world, Jotaro had no choice but to complete the tasks issued by the system.Demon Slayer world: “Yare yare, Muzan, there's only one reason you failed, and that is, you pissed me off!”One Piece world: “You bunch of guys, I’ll be the one to judge you!” While violently beating up the Celestial Dragons, Jotaro completed a research paper on sea king-type creatures.Naruto world: “The one judging you is my Stand, Star Platinum!” Star Platinum, the true god of ninjutsu, ultimate hand sign speed. You call yourself the Copy Ninja?Originally, Jotaro only wanted to find a traditional Japanese woman to marry and have children, but he seemed to have underestimated the Joestar bloodline's attraction to women. Unknowingly, the women surrounding him grew more and more, and all willingly.The chatter of lovely women behind him made him extremely annoyed.He suddenly turned around and shouted, “Yakamashi! So annoying! You stinky hags!”[1st World: Demon Slayer2nd World: Tokyo Ghoul3rd World: One Piece4th World: Naruto]