The Primarch of Liberty - Chapter 168: Liberty and Phaerons

Rated 18+ [Mature scenes] [Netori].(Kids go read Shadow Slave. ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ.)—————Yo, meet Gezza, a basement-dwelling perv who’s more intimate with his laptop’s incognito mode than any real woman.His life’s a mess—crusty socks, nacho crumbs, and swimsuit posters mocking his lonely ass—until he swipes a creepy old book from a demolished library.The Playbook lets him write any woman’s name, and bam—she’s head-over-heels, seeing him as her dream stud.Gezza goes wild, banging his hot neighbor and eyeing a harem of Instagram babes, but here’s the kicker: every name he writes saps his mojo, leaving him with a cursed case of limp-dick doom.Will this sleazeball outsmart the Playbook’s price, or is he screwed in all the wrong ways? Dive into this raunchy, laugh-out-loud urban fantasy where lust meets cosmic payback!

What would you do if you were told you only had five years to live?Aster Mistral, suffering from an incurable congenital “disease” that saps life force out of his every breath, decided to fight with all his might. Waking up into the future, 2,500 years later, he embarks on a quest to find a cure for his ailment!“My target! To find the Panacea on the 1,000th floor of the dungeon!”Together with trustworthy allies, he forges a path of blood and corpses, building his foundation and increasing his level! However, he can’t stay in dungeons all the time, as he has a duty to fulfill.“To raise the human DNA average of the world, the government wants my seeds?!”Follow Aster on his laidback journey of fighting monsters, courting girls, escaping adversaries, and discovering secrets about himself!

Yang Ji transmigrated to a world of immortals, where he could see various information displays invisible to others.He looked at a chunk of ore, “Mystic Iron Ore”.He looked at a dead frog, “Died of Gu Insect, dead for fifty breaths”.He looked at the sky, “The sky is overcast, and a heavy rain will pour down in an hour”.He looked at humans, “Thinking”, “I want to seize your body”, “Angry”, “Sneaky”.When he looked at himself, a proficiency panel appeared.With the attributes he could see, Yang Ji sought good fortune and avoided disaster. Step by step, he walked the path to the supreme immortal way.

#R18 #MatureContent #CEO #Action #Romance #Cultivation #Mafia #Mystery #ImmortalsIn a world that believes ancient power is only myth, one woman stands where few dare—with strength seen, unseen, and beyond understanding.Brilliant, composed, and fiercely strategic, Ling Li has mastered the art of survival at the highest level of modern society. As the world’s elite wage wars in boardrooms and backrooms, she navigates betrayal, corporate sabotage, and political manipulation with ruthless poise. But behind her graceful demeanor lies a deeper truth — her every move is shadowed by deadly secrets and a past carved in blood.When threats begin to spiral—not only against her but also against her family — Ling Li must rise through betrayals cloaked in smiles and battles masked as a business. Some want her silenced. Some want her broken. But none realize that the power they fear isn’t hers alone.Because in the underworld of whispered names and vanished enemies, one figure reigns above all — Otako. Elusive. Unyielding. A force whose presence alone bends the rules of power. No one knows who Otako truly is. But one thing is certain:Where Otako walks, silence follows. And where Ling Li stands, empires either rise… or fall.Beside Ling Li also stands Chu Yan — a brilliant, unshakably loyal partner, unaware of just how many secrets surround the woman he loves. But when danger edges closer to their family and shadows begin to stretch too far, the mask of control may be all that stands between survival and collapse.Power wears many faces. And Ling Li has mastered them all. She controls the chessboard. But even masters can bleed.THIS IS AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR EXCLUSIVE FOR WEBNOVEL ONLY. PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR SHARE TO OTHER NOVEL PLATFORMS.This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.