MTL - Yang God - Chapter 82 break!

He loved her. She left him for someone richer.But that night, something awakened in Nishanth — a system with no fame boosts, no fantasy powers, and no second chances.Just money. Assets. Ownership.The Infinity Spend Protocol doesn't make him a hero. It makes him a Spend King — a silent force who crushes rivals, empowers the poor, and stuns the nation with outrageous moves.From the slums of Warangal to the boardrooms of Mumbai, Nishanth spends to dominate — buying failed properties, funding orphan tech labs, and humiliating those who once laughed at him.And when the world finally asks:“Who is behind all this?”He walks on stage and answers,“The boy you forgot. The man who never forgot you.”Spend. Dominate. Rise.This is the rise of India’s Spend King — a man who never needed fame.........Only the fire of betrayal.

In the year 3000, the Earth shattered and it was torn open by a rift between realms that unleashed ancient beasts, magical chaos, and apocalyptic storms. Civilization crumbled, giving rise to a brutal new law: Tame or be Torn Apart. Beast Tamers, bonded to mutated and other creatures now rule what remains of the world through strength, savagery, and guild-driven power.Kelvin, a scavenger scraping by in the ruins, lives in the shadow of these warlords until he unearths Xerion, the End-Tyrant, a legendary primordial beast sealed beneath the earth. Bound by a forgotten bloodline and a cursed contract, Kelvin inherits the Sigil of the Overlord, thrusting him into a war-torn world where survival is no longer enough.He was hunted by guilds, worshipped by outcasts, and pursued by enemies both human and monstrous, Kelvin must rise from nothing to either unite or destroy what’s left of civilization. As forbidden powers awaken and ancient truths unravel, one man and his beast stand poised to reshape the fate of a world teetering on the edge of annihilation.

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)

In a game-like world where dungeons, monsters, and players appear.