MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King - v5 Chapter 61 War Department's "Welcome Ceremony"

Supreme Degenerate Lust System—the cheat ability that no man should have, but Alex? Alex earned it.This was the tale of a boy who wanked so furiously, so relentlessly, that his own dick—his loyal, overworked, war-torn comrade—finally called it quits and fell off.The same boy who was so hopelessly obsessed with a toothless, wrinkled gilf that he died doing what he loved—slipping in his own divine nectar like a tragic hentai protagonist with a severe addiction problem.He thought that was the end.That his dream—to finally pork a gilf—would go forever unfulfilled.But fate?Fate was a kinky, twisted bastard.When Alex opened his eyes, he was no longer lying in a filthy, crime scene-esque bedroom covered in the stains of his sins.No.He was in a new world—a world of magic, kingdoms, dragons, elves, and all that fantasy nonsense.But Alex didn’t care about any of that.Swords? Magic? Heroic quests?Boring.No, he had ONE mission.A sacred goal.A holy pilgrimage.To finally find the ultimate, well-preserved gilf and achieve his life’s work.And with the Supreme Degenerate Lust System at his disposal?Nothing would stand in his way.Not kings. Not gods. Not even the laws of nature themselves.The legend of the Lustful Fool begins now.

Tong Yao woke up and found herself in an unfortunate situation.Not only did she transmigrate into a fantasy-romance novel that had been dropped by the author, but she also found herself in the body of a throwaway character that was fighting against the protagonist for a man!For the sake of her survival, Tong Yao immediately reached forward to grab the protagonist’s leg.“Mistress, I was wrong!”

drop out of school

When I got home, I reopened the blacksmith shop.

From then on, this blacksmith shop was no longer ordinary.

The best knives in the world are born here.

The thrust-to-weight ratio of the handmade micro-turbojet directly exploded.

The micro-drones flourished in his hands.

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…