A Girl Who Was Told 'You Have No Talent' Turned Out To Be A Talented Monster - Chapter 117.2

After being framed by her stepmother, she had spent the entire night with that mysterious man. In the end, she was forced to leave another country. Five years later, she returned with a pair of beautiful dragon and phoenix treasures! However, on the day of her return, she had offended the handsome CEO. What shocked her even more was that this CEO and her son looked exactly the same! “A pair of cute photos of Gongzi Bao accidentally went viral on the internet. One day, the CEO stepped forward and blocked her path.” “Woman, let’s talk about the right to the care of children!” “Let’s not talk about it!” A man placed her against the wall, “Alright, let’s not talk about our children. Let’s talk about when we can get a marriage certificate!”

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.

Ethan never expected to wake up inside the game he once played.Tower of Ascension, a world where every adventurer fights their way up through endless floors, each more brutal than the last.Here, skills define everything.But all skills are capped at Level 100. No one can break that limit.Except him.When Ethan transmigrated, his system glitched.His skills could rise infinitely.[Congratulations, your skill level-up][Sword Swing Lv. 999+ — A single slash could shatter a fortress.][Fireball Lv. 999+ — An army reduced to ash in a breath.]What began as a bug soon turned him into the tower’s greatest anomaly.Guilds will hunt him. Kings will fear him.Even the gods guarding the highest floors will see him as a threat to erase.But Ethan doesn’t care.If the world insists he’s an error, then he’ll climb to the very top and prove that even the Tower itself can’t stop him.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]