MTL - Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort - Chapter 582 I'm going down the mountain, this old guy can do it

The story is about a guy transmigration in scott pilgrim vs the world with a system he also travel to other worlds, anime worlds and movies and animation series and and games world.I know some of you probably don't know about the Scott pilgrim world but don't worry.MC doesn't have a tragic past or anything, he had normal life and had normal problems and then transmigration into the the Scott pilgrim world.The worlds:Scott pilgrim worldkonosuba worldDanny phantom worldblack clover world( very short)gamer manhwa world(very short)Cyberpunk: Edgerunners world(More worlds will be added later, he also doesn't leave a world for another one, he travel between them)Respective series mentioned are credited to their respective owners, I only own MC and ocIt's my first time writing and English is not my first language

[Urban Martial Arts, Passionate Martial World.] He was a super expert who, due to accepting an inheritance, underwent a physical transformation that put his life at risk. To extend his life, the king returned...

Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before!

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.