MTL - Inventory on the Top of the High-burning Team Battle, Exposing the Sun God - Chapter 338

[Warning! Contains sex scenes, lemons and perverted MC. Read at your own risk.]Rain, a typical young master, led a fine life, enjoying power and status.But once confronted by the hero, Rain suffered a crushing defeat. Unable to accept this reality, he continued to confront him, not knowing that he was doomed to defeat from the start.Eventually, when Rain had lost everything he held dear and was in the depths of despair, the fog in his head cleared and he realized.“What the fuck am I doing?”“Why am I not using my brain and d*ck to defeat the hero?”After that, Rain found his own way to crush the hero...----What about the story?{Milfs, A lot of Netori and Stealing, Large harem, Oyakodon, Mature Women, Virgins, Yandere, Twins, Waifu of different races, Beast girls, Dragons, Elves, Succubbs, Demons, Goddesses, and lots of other cultural stuff}Of course, No Ntr, No Yuri.And what about the Main Character?{Highly Possessive, Shameless, Genius, Knows what he Wants and Gets it}

Thousands of years ago, the great abilities of the three teachings of Buddhism, Daoism, and Demonism decided on a place for becoming immortal. Three thousand years ago, a Taoist was close to becoming immortal. Three hundred years ago, the Daqian Dynasty was established, and chaos is expected in another three hundred years. In this era, the path to immortality opens; a celestial swordsman freezes fourteen states with one sword, a heavenly Daoist maiden seeks eternal life, a naturally born Holy Son claims to be invincible, and a Buddhist Holy Monk saves all sentient beings.Gu Wen lives as a beggar, enters a household as a servant, witnessing the disordered world, drifting aimlessly.In a world filled with divine beings, he alone is a mortal.However, a lowly origin is not a disgrace; striving through the grand path, even as a common man and mundane son, he can still be the foremost in the world.“Mortal Gu Wen, my Dao is euqaling the heavens!”

On the brink of destruction, I regained consciousness and found myself back in the past, 20 years ago. In order to have a peaceful retirement, I must prevent the impending doom.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.