MTL - Year of Herbs - Chapter 22 Who is Yi Linglong

You were taken to another world by a ghost ship.

You are uneasy.

There are ravings in your ears, accompanied by weird bgm, you sing and dance rap in pain.

You pick up a magic lamp, and after making a wish, it says it’s just a lamp.

You are impoverished, and you swear by your personality that you made a deal with the devil, and in the end the devil was sold by you.

You are walking on the road, and you meet a down-and-out princess who is begging for a child with a lot of money, and you yell “Mom~” in the street out of the principle of helping others

In the middle of the night, you flipped through the pages of “Ten Thousand and One Nights” in your hand, and your excitement became stronger and stronger…

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After catching his wife in bed with another man, Alex died of a heart attack—only to be reincarnated in another world with a MILF System in the frail body of Asher, a sickly teenager.Betrayed and furious for his wife's infidelity, he vows to punish unfaithful women and seize control in his new world. But there's one problem: in this world, women reign supreme over men, blessed with overwhelming strength by the goddess herself. Outmatched and underestimated, Asher refuses to accept his place at the bottom. With the MILF System at his side, he’ll do whatever it takes to shatter the hierarchy and claim absolute dominance—even if it means conquering every woman in his path until he reaches the heavens to claim the ultimate MILF herself: the goddess.But can he rise to power in a world where men are nothing more than playthings?Find out in this wild, boundary-pushing saga!Disclaimer: This book contains intense sexual content and themes of incest. Reader discretion is advised.

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.”