MTL - Centennial Family, Rising From Hong Kong Island - Chapter 133

In a world ravaged by demonic hordes and warring clans, where does humanity end and monstrosity begin?After being murdered in a back alley, Lidien awakens in the body of a demonic prince... a youth bound by tragedy and trapped in a brutal clan.To survive, he must master the strange abilities granted by a crimson shard fused to his soul: hearing the whispers of the dead, reading memories imprinted on flesh, and inciting his own blood to rage.But Lidien soon learns his rebirth was no accident. He is a vessel for a dormant god, and his very existence is entangled in a cosmic struggle far beyond the savage politics of his new family.To protect those he cares for and control his own destiny, he must unravel the mysteries of death, power, and the abyss within himself.This is the legend of the Prince of Death.----------This novel includes politics, kingdom building, psychological elements, and is not solely about powerups.

[The female lead in this story is explosive, the male lead is arrogant, there's a mountain of dog food (sweet moments), and it's a story full of slag-abusing and monster-fighting, with a double dose of pampering joy.]Ye Jiuliang was naturally cold and ruthless, with a fierce and wild approach to life. To the Ye Family, she was a calamitous lone star, and to the onlooking crowd, she was “Ninth Master”.It was said, no one was more arrogant than Ye Jiuliang; if she was second, no one claimed the first place.Irritatingly, in the eyes of Li Mochan, she was his little wolf cub, the little rascal that he, Li Mochan, intended to pamper to the skies.In the capital, it was widely rumored that the Li Family's Crown Prince could reduce people to ashes with just one look.And yet, this precious and aloof figure was actually teased by Ye Jiuliang, and it seemed even... blushed.**Upon returning from a business trip, Li Wuye cornered her in a dim stairwell, his fingertips sliding over her porcelain white neck, “How many little brothers are there?”Meeting his dark gaze, Ye Jiuliang arched an eyebrow, “Is Li Wuye in the mood to beat someone up?”“So what if I am?” Li Mochan narrowed his eyes slightly, “Feeling pity?”Ye Jiuliang held back a laugh and nodded, “The little brothers can't take a hit, can you go easy on them?”[In the private room where Xiang Tian and others were singing their hearts out, they inexplicably felt a chill running down their spines.]Li Mochan buried his face in her shoulder and spat out fiercely, “I cannot.”Those who dare to flirt with his wolf cub deserved a ruthless beating.

Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist?

Follow the epic journey of Aiden, the last primal, a unique and ancient race as he finds his place in a strange, new world, filled with threats and violence.