MTL - Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace - Chapter 783 disappointment

Kaius just wanted to unlock his class - instead, he restarted the apocalypse. After years of training, Kaius has barely acquired the first two of his family’s legacy skills. Powerful and vanishingly rare, the method of creating them is a secret people would kill for. Now they might be the only thing that keeps him alive. Narrowly surviving a bandit ambush, he gets trapped in the Great Depths- a world spanning dungeon. To escape, he will have to slay one of the Guardians that defend the exits; a feat no one without a class has survived. Ever. If that wasn’t bad enough, if he succeeds he will reignite a forgotten trial that nearly ended civilization. -Runic-Tattoo Wizard/Spellblade in a world of sorcerers -Exceptional MC, with some initial Slow Burn elements -Large scope, inspired by epics such as Azarinth Healer, BTDEM, PH, and more. -Third Person POV, with a 99% MC focus -Numbers go brrrr -Attack Badger (Friendly?) -Battle maniac MC who is not a murderhobo -No harem, romance, or VR

Ding!

The system activation task has started!

Look at the terminally ill old man in front of you, let’s unplug his oxygen tube and give him a ride. Seriously compassionate face~

Shinomiya Qingyu was stunned, the bad old man in the mouth of the dog system seems to be a bit strong…

Glancing at the outsider golem tube stuck behind the ‘age spots’, he was silent, and even wanted to laugh…

You call this thing an ‘oxygen tube’? ? ?

in addition…

Super Death Mission has been released:

Experience the ultimate meaning of the Eight Gates of Dunjia for yourself! (Kicked ‘Ye Kai’ hard and shouted, ‘I would like to call you the strongest!’)

Give Kaguya Otsutsuki a thousand-year kill! (and record this beautiful moment)

Art is to send stars…and SpongeBob SquarePants! (Blow up with Deidara)

Invite Terumi Mei to preside over the wedding (congratulations must not be less than 100 words)…

In addition, there are more various death missions waiting to be opened.

And when the protagonist suddenly looked back at the prime minister after many years, everyone was suffocating MMP in their mouths…

Gan!

This ninja doesn’t look very strong, why doesn’t he die? ? ?

This is probably the autobiography of a poor child who was dragged down a path of no return by the dog system that wanted to die.

(In addition, there are thousands of finished copies of “The Stand-in Messenger of Marvel World”, and the finished book “The Infinite Gloves of Pirates”. Book friends who are in the book shortage are welcome to come and taste.)

Since writing the book, it has never been changed, and the character is guaranteed. Welcome to the pit~

- Description from novelbuddy

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Then there’s James Bellini. His nickname? The Angel of Death.The man everyone fears. The man they all whisper about in dark corners. They say he’s merciless, that he has killed more people than anyone in the Circle. No one dares cross him. But there’s a secret, one that no one knows.James Bellini has never killed anyone. Not once.The rumors started because of a misunderstanding, a mistake so deep that even he couldn’t fix it. Now, the entire underworld fears him. Even the other bosses treat him like an equal, like he’s one of them. But the truth? The truth is something only God himself could untangle. And James? He’s just a man caught in the middle of it all.