MTL - Investing for All: I Can See a Return on Investment - Chapter 245 battle of the gods, ten

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?

In a world of countless schemes, where you are being manipulated at every moment,often without even knowing it.A world where you can't be sure if what you see is reality… or just another illusion crafted as part of a deeper scheme.This is the story of someone who survives it all kind of schemes both small and vast, some he understands, and others he never even realizes.Even he, who is constantly being schemed against, crafts schemes of his own against others.This is a world ruled by deception and Yuan will persevere it, shape it, and rise through it.------------English is not my native language, so please understand if there are any mistakes

[Warning: Mature Content(BL/Mpreg)]On the frontier planet Solaris-10, Zach, a businessman, runs the galaxy's most unconventional ranch/maternity ward. His employees are a bunch of homeless aliens called Genmen who've found their calling as the universe's most sought after baby-makers and nectar producers.These alien dudes pop out babies easier than any human could, and their precious nectar comes with healing properties that drives pharmaceutical markets absolutely wild, keeping Zach's operation very, very profitable.It a mutual benefit, and everyone's winning: his Genmen get their daily needs. Zach gets to swim in profits. It's simply capitalism with a nursery attached, and Zach couldn't be happier with his unconventional but lucrative empire.But success breeds competition, and rival businesses are circling like vultures, eager to poach his most fertile employees with bigger contracts and better offers. They want his Genmen, they want his profits, and they'll stop at nothing to get both.Zach would rather die than see that happen. But protecting them in a world where everyone has a price might be harder than he ever imagined.*******Disclaimer!!!This book is packed with extremely explicit sexual content. It's made for readers who enjoy raw, uncensored material. You'll find graphic male/male encounters, hardcore scenes, and sexual content that pushes boundaries. It's dark, it's intense, and yeah, some might call it depraved.If you're under 18 or don't want to read about explicit gay sex, fetishes, and unfiltered carnal acts - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!You've been warned. Reading beyond this point means you're a consenting adult who knows exactly what you're getting into. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR.This is your final advisory. 18+ ONLY.Please take note: This is fiction. Everything in here came from imagination. Characters, places, events - all made up. Any connection to real people or events is pure coincidence.Let's begin...

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.