MTL - Iron Armored City - Chapter 285 1 will be successful

The person with the best martial art skill in the world, whose prestige is unparalleled. The head disciple of TianQing sect, the leading sect of all Six Great sects, and Jianghu’s number one, Ming ChangYan shaoxia.

During a decisive battle, he slipped and fell.

His ten years of cultivation was completely annihilated and reduced to a normal human.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to have fate decide that his life shouldn’t end there, and he survived.

The doctor told him, “To gain back your cultivation, enter the palace as a concubine!”

In order to get the medical herb that was given to the emperor by the XiYu Region, the immortal’s grass, Ming shaoxia could only wear a skirt, apply makeup, endure the humiliation, suffer patiently, and join the palace drama.

Ming ChangYan: This shaoxia is shameless.

Unfortunately, just as he dressed up in drag and entered the palace, he meets the man he once picked up from under a mountain.

…..

Ming ChangYan: I was joking just now…..this is too shameless!

If I were to be found out by him, my (old) number one reputation would go down the drain!

- Description from Novelupdates

Here, you can see the past and present of the cosmic swarm, the origin of the war-mongering witch tribe, the rise of sea progeny, the birth of giant beasts...And...A world tree cultivation from scratch?...On her 18th birthday, Baiyi suddenly learns that her family is actually super-rich.After finally coming to terms with the reality and preparing to embrace a new life, another change occurs.The world is destroyed, the apocalypse arrives, and humans are given a lord qualification and randomly thrown into millions of worlds.Good news, her cheat finally arrives, and it's a seemingly powerful genetic weaving.Bad news, others have it too, and theirs seem even stronger.What else can be done?She can only be a support player trying to get by, relying on her cheat to do some farming.But why do her troops start to look so strange?...I just want to farm properly, so why is it my fault if intruders get taken down by insects/gardeners/crops!What Insect Queen, what original witch, it's all slander!I'm just an ordinary support lord!ps: Female protagonist, single, farming, dedicated to hybridizing all kinds of strange creaturespps: This is a male-oriented novel, if you have not read a male-oriented female protagonist novel before, I'm glad this will be your first.

“If God loved you so much, he wouldn’t have put you against me.”…In the present of this age’s fantasy, what the world needs is not a hero but a priest working part time as a Necromancer.Healing by the day, hunting dark mages by the night, presenting you, Elios, the guy who will solve all your problems by any means as long as you pay him the right.A demon is haunting you? Call Elios. The guards aren’t accepting bribes? Call Elios. Your toilet ain’t getting flushed? Call Elios. There are no limitations to what you can ask.As long as there is a right price, everything is possible. Our dependable priest is capable of any and everything.Ah! Though there is one thing you can never ask him to do.Children.You can’t ask him to hurt them.And perhaps you should never mention anything related to that as well.Or else…Even death would be mercy.…In the World of Zarraf, there lives Gods, not all goods are good and certainly none are without motives.They rule the world’s 7 nations:The Nation of Light and SunThe Nation of WaterThe Nation of FireThe Nation of LifeThe Nation of EarthThe Nation of MoonThe Nation of WindEach ruled by a Goddess that has their own stance in their ruling.But that is only the first page of this world.The second page colors the Ancient Gods of Corruption, Rage, Curse, Death and Hate.The third belongs the Seven Sins’ Incarnations that are ready to succeed the Ancient Gods.The Fourth is of the Witches who stand against all Gods equally.And the Final Page colors the [Immortals] or otherwise known as [Players] that will be summoned to bring Chaos to this world.A World that was meant to be destroyed, such is the fate of the world of Zarraf as powers beyond the realm of mortals threaten the dynamic equilibrium of their existence.In the end, the world was prophesied to be destroyed by one cause or another. Nothing could prevent looming destruction…Or so it was supposed to happen..

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”