MTL - Low Dimensional Game - v2 Chapter 365 : Floating tower

Yan Qing’s sister, who has been sent down to earth, was schemed; designed to be a miserable female character in every life.

To save her younger sister, Yan Qing, a retired quick-transmigrator, full class man, once again set foot on the world shuttle journey to hardcore protect his sister and counterattack scumbags.

And then … ——

The real daughter who was kicked out of the House: sorry, my richest brother came to pick me up.

Abandoned White Moonlight stand-in: sorry, my elder brother said you lost your throne.

Face-slapped cannon fodder female partner: sorry, the country spoils my brother, my brother spoils me!

- Description from Novelupdates

After crossing into the story, he finds himself owning billions in assets, starting off with a stunningly alluring wife and seven exceptionally beautiful daughters.However, Xu Hao is in a panic.His identity is that of the villainous antagonist in the book, doomed to be killed by the rebellious protagonist, who will seize his wife and daughters.Fortunately, there are still two and a half years before the plot begins, giving Xu Hao time to plan ahead.Wait—he’s also activated the Emotion Harvesting System?School belles, CEOs, police beauties, mature women, lolis, queens, sisters…When the plot finally unfolds—The protagonist, a war god, returns to find his mother and sister already embracing Xu Hao.The divine doctor protagonist descends from the mountains, only to see his fiancée heavily pregnant.The reborn protagonist meets his first love and childhood sweetheart, each holding a baby in their arms.…This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.

Hao Ren, an ordinary university student, saved a little girl who fell from the sky. By accident, he swallowed a “candy” that fell off of that girl’s body and somehow became the Dragon King’s son-in-law……

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.