MTL - Looking After a Battle God With Hundreds of Billions in Supplies - Chapter 413 dragged down

Nangong Anshan was reborn into the body of a little girl who was fleeing in ancient times. Before she could figure out the situation, she found out that she had been betrayed.

Her father and elder brother disappeared due to joining the army, her mother was paralyzed and disfigured due to hunting, her third brother was sickly and weak since childhood, and several younger siblings were hungry and growling.

But that’s all right.

Natural power! Let her easily deal with the people who hit her house.

Avoid water droplets! Let her find plenty of food in the water.

Space department store system! Let her have whatever she wants, and she can also cure her mother and third brother.

Buying fields, building yards, buying shops, and family reunion is a matter of time!

It’s just that the so-and-so who popped up in the middle, I’m not familiar with you, so don’t always come up to me.

That so-and-so: “Are you sure you don’t want me? Then I’m leaving now?”

Nangong Anshan turned her head and hugged his thigh tightly…

PS: 1. This article is 1V1, superficial, superficial, please be cautious when you are a serious party.

2. There is space in this article, and there will definitely be plots that transcend reality. It’s fine to look at it, and don’t enter if you can’t accept it.

3. Refuse personal attacks, otherwise rebound.

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[Warning: Mature Content -- R18][Initializing System…][Welcome Player: Jaxon Sterling][New Identity: Jax Rayne – Extra Character][System Bound: God-Tier Lewd System][Core Functions Unlocked]→ Stats (Stamina | Charm | Resolve | Technique | Luck)→ Skills | Shop | Quests | Achievements | Titles→ Devotion Points (DP) as Main ResourceHe was Earth’s greatest gamer, Jaxon Sterling. Unstoppable in every match, but utterly bored of life.One night, after mocking his sister’s strange “reverse-harem” game, he tried it out… only to wake up inside it.Now, he isn’t the hero.He isn’t a rival.He’s just an extra.Worse, the world he’s dropped into is twisted:Women are powerful, men are treated like pets.Every duel decides not just pride, but property, money… even flesh.The heroines? All from insanely rich families, with influence across nations.But Jax has one advantage[God-Tier Lewd System Activated.]A system that turns lust, devotion, and conquest into power.Every kiss, every moan, every conquest earns him the strength to rewrite this broken game.Now his path is set:Survive Starlight Academy.Conquer prodigy heroines.Break the rules of Aeroria.And rise from extra… to legend.Content Tags→ Smut / R18+→ Harem, Comedy, Action→ Game-Elements / Stats / Quests→ Genius MC, Cold-Headed, No Beta moves→ Slightly towards Netori (Mc stealing well using others wife)→ No Yuri→ No Netorase / Yaoi / BL→ System + Worldbuilding Driven

The Cloud Continent, respected for martial arts, the great world descends and the geniuses gather.

This era is a stage for the wicked.

Han Yu, who is a demon from the sky that swallows the body, rose after three years of silence, and since then he embarked on the path to hegemony by trampling and killing all kinds of evil spirits.

In front of Han Yu, nobody dared to call him against the sky, because the world can be swallowed, much less against the sky.

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.”