MTL - Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling - v2 Chapter 1112 I have a brother, you can't afford it (31)

The only Paladin of the forgotten god, Nameless Chaos, and also the only Pope, Priest, and Worshipper.

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There are already three copies, character protection, never TJ.

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‘Is this shit actually happening to me?’That was Kael Carter’s first reaction when he saw a bunch of priests kowtowing in front of him, worshiping him as the ‘Hero.’For a good while, he actually thought it was just another one of his dreams, until reality hit him.It was real…He was actually summoned to a fantasy world where magic exists!A world of Beast Tamers!A world where Humans and Magic Beasts grow stronger together!A world Kael, as its supposed Hero, was meant to protect!His response?“Fuck no!”He might be brave in the comments section, but who the hell takes that seriously!?How was he supposed to protect an entire world when even opening a jar of pickles was like a life-or-death battle to him!?He was no Hero!And to prove it, he decided to place his hand on the ‘Orb of Resonance’ that was supposed to ‘confirm his identity as the Hero.’But then,[Ding!]He heard a sound.[Talent Awakened.][Talent Name: Dragon Genesis][Talent Rank: SSS Rank][Description:][Power to turn any beast with even the slightest trace of Dragon Blood in them into a full-grown Dragon.]‘What in the hell…?I—I can create Dragons…?’Kael couldn’t believe what he was seeing.In a world where Dragons were living Legends—creatures of unparalleled strength, wisdom, and power,In a world where entire Kingdoms tremble at the sight of just one Dragon.He could create… an army of them?

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.