MTL - Strongest Martial God - Chapter 3383 Enlightenment in the war

In a modern world where cultivators need a place to cultivate or vent their boredom, there are private businesses that set up instance dungeons with the aid of technology and cultivation magic to enable cultivators to train and commoners to experience the life of cultivation. They are called dungeon suppliers.
Xie Jin's one and only dream was to be a dungeon supplier and when his only relative passed away, the relative's inheritance gave him a plot of land and surprisingly, a 'System' Module which the relative had previously used.
With the help of the system, Xie Jin decided to pursue his dream of becoming the number one dungeon supplier.

Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal.

Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal?

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Forced to bind the cannon fodder system by the Lord God, Mu Yunge was abused to the point of doubting her life, and she vowed that one day she would counterattack the Lord God and avenge him!

But after her anti-control system returned to the old world, whenever her acting skills exploded and she was about to torture the hero and heroine to death, there was always a strong villain Boss, who frantically expressed her love to her!

The villain, I’m just a cannon fodder, okay? Please let go!

In this regard, the villain said domineeringly: You have only two choices, be my daughter-in-law, or let me be your husband! Other than that, you have no choice!

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There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.