MTL - Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping - Chapter 19 Affectionate Emperor's Heart Tips (18)

Ashlock awoke in the courtyard of a demonic sect… as a tree.

A tree that eats people.

And one that grows stronger over time due to a daily sign-in system and cultivation.

“I shall fuck every woman's hole and mouth until I become the undefeated vampire lord of lust!”

With a demoness of lust fell on his boner, Zoravec, a 19 years old seemingly human struggled to keep his carnal desires in control.

The only one way to find his mate is dual cultivate with every single existing woman! But things go wrong when his vampire blood activated the bloodlust, and his first sex partner dies of blood loss.

Zoravec has no bloodline due to his mixed blood. But his power outbursts are no match for other vampire nobles. Especially with the huge harem of beauties who possess every kind of lethal power, who are at his beck and call.

What chaos will the hatred towards his own kind bring?

Liu Zilang had a well-kept secret — he was a prodigy in competitive FPS eSports. His specialty? CSGO. He even entered the finals in the prestigious world tournament.

Alas, his team fell short due to Liu Zilang’s inexperience. Shattered by the fact, Liu Zilang vanished from the eSports scene. That was until his friends got him to play a new game known as PUBG.

Liu Zilang’s life turned around and he began to make his comeback. Follow Liu Zilang as he encounters difficult situations, all while learning to open up as a person, but more importantly as a brother.

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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.”