MTL - NBA Backer King - Chapter 625 Dayao's god-level explosion

Cado is transported to the Dragon Ball world and unexpectedly awakens the God-Level Choice System.Ding![Saiyan “Raditz” has invaded Earth. Host, please make a choice!][Option 1: Ignore it.Reward: Namekian Bloodline (Grants limb regeneration!)][Option 2: Face Raditz head-on and defeat him.Reward: Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline (Top-tier talent, completely overpowered!)]Without hesitation, Cado picks the second option.Frieza: “How did the mighty emperor of the universe end up as his servant?”Cell: “Damn it! Why did no one warn me that such a monster existed in this timeline?”Beerus: “If he wanted to be a God of Destruction, my position would've been his already.”Grand Priest: “I acknowledge Cado as the strongest!”With unparalleled power, limitless potential, and the ability to reshape the Dragon Ball universe, Cado's journey begins!(Harem only includes 2 women)

It was a life without regret. My parents were in good health, and I wasn’t homey enough for me to combine my studies and part-time jobs.

I like fantasy, martial arts, games, fiction movies, cartoons… I’m a normal high school student who likes these things.

That was certainly true until ten years ago.

This is not the earth.

A fantasy world dominated by powerful people. Savage utopia. It is a world where you can take anything with you if you have physical strength.

In a world steeped in tradition and shadowed by secrets, a young girl’s life is torn apart when her family is destroyed, and her heritage stolen. Her father, in his final act, seals away a legendary power and treasure, leaving her with nothing but cryptic clues and a burning desire for vengeance.With a blade in her hand and rage in her heart, she embarks on a perilous journey, unraveling the dark conspiracies that surround her family's legacy. As she faces deadly foes and unearths long-buried truths, she must decide whether to unlock the immense power her father protected—or let it remain hidden.Her path is one of blood, betrayal, and redemption. Will she rise above the chaos, or will the weight of revenge consume her? Witness the making of a legend in this gripping tale of sacrifice and retribution.

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.