MTL - From Arms Dealer To King of War - Chapter 38 Prepare

Xie Ming’s world turned upside down when her sister and fiancé betrayed her. Thinking there was nothing left in her life, Xie Ming decided to put an end to it but little did she know that God had better plans for her.

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Standing in front of the cliff, Xie Ming was ready to end her life when a pair of warm and strong hands grabbed her waist.

“Do you really think ending your life is going to help?” The man asked.

Xie Ming who was still in a daze, frowned when she heard an unfamiliar voice.

“Instead of just ending your life like this why don’t you do something productive with it”
Xie Ming frowned deeper and asked, “What do you mean?”

Pulling her closer, he murmured, “Marry me.”

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This book is under editing and I just started editing the initial chapters. I was a noob when I started writing but as you read further, the grammar as well as the other things keep improving :) Happy reading ^_^

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With a sound of “Boom”, a lotus fell from the sky and leveled a mountain.
Is it time travel? Is it crossing robbery? Or was Gongdou in the sky kicked down from the heaven by some fairy concubine? who knows?
Is it a fool? Is it a cannon girl? Or a magic stick? who can guess?
The imperial court set up the Ninth Gate and Eight Heavenly Dragon Guards in Da Nei to investigate supernatural events and difficult cases in various places.
Lin Tingjun, the god of Babu, came to investigate the matter of the fire falling from the sky.
However, Lian Youyou, a hot-mouthed girl, was stuck to her, her dead skin and rotten face was so sticky.
The white-haired wolf demon on the mountain, the noble son who turned into a butterfly disappeared, and the palace ladies who disappeared mysteriously…
A series of supernatural cases may seem like monsters acting as monsters, but they are actually humans acting as monsters.
The difficult and miscellaneous cases are definitely caused by people, and they are caused by demons and ghosts.
Is it someone playing tricks? Or a ghost? Is it a monster? Or be a monster? who cares?
Just as long as the people who eat melons express excitement!
After checking, why did Lin Tingjun and the other eight gods have their own goals and stories? Then who is she, Lian Youyou?
The ancient dimensional monsters are ready to move again, eyeing the earth!
Divine matters, demonic matters, monster matters, and human affairs are not as important as Lian Youyou’s protecting the earth!

- Description from novelbuddy

Lin Qiao remembers nothing from the past five years since the post-apocalyptic era began. She wakes up only to find herself having become a newborn, superpowered zombie, in a body that used to belong to an evil and notorious woman!

Having kidnapped a girl and raped her father, the previous host met her demise at the very hands of the conspiracies she courted all her life, leaving Lin Qiao no choice but to deal with the consequences while trying to figure out her own past and the fate of her loved ones.

As for the little girl’s father, can’t he just have a decent fight? He’s a human being, but why is he biting a zombie? She’s the zombie! She’s the one who’s supposed to bite!

- Description from Novelupdates

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.