MTL - My Master is a Bug - Chapter 529 Back refers to Tianshan

Victoria Garcia signed a slave contract, but accidentally fainted in bed!“Arnold Johnson, you are a monster! You said you could wait three years!” She complained!“I would be less than one if I didn't take an opportunity after it presents itself!”Then, on a certain night...“You're a scoundrel and a scumbag!” Xiu Xiangwan yelled on the verge of falling apart.“I could be worse if you dare to test me!”“...”Arnold Johnson is the second child of the Johnson family, one of the six top families of business magnates and owners of Johnson Holdings. Everyone says that he was affably evil and elegantly ruthless, and he was said to have seized an opening to engineer his own brother's death, hence inheriting Johnson Holdings!Victoria Garcia was the daughter of a family who now fell to dire straits, pawning herself off to Arnold Johnson to keep her mother out of prison...

A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.

Someone once became the last one to wield a knife that could decapitate huge dragons and bathed in dragons’ blood. Someone once loved treating others to chicken soup, so he kept nine phoenixes in his backyard.

Someone once sat lazily on the top of mountains as his words flooded river banks, and his qi could hold a million soldiers back. Someone once moved mountains and shifted hills with just one brush, his paintings so captivating it could enchant immortals and deities.

That year, the warmth of spring made the flowers bloom. They were merely an ordinary butcher, a bookworm, a chicken farmer and a poor artist. This is the story of how a Low Level Martial World Continent was transformed into the Ultimate Fantasy Universe.

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After Mr. A died, he was bound to the system, and promised to fulfill the wishes of the three-dimensional people and die instead of those who should have received the lunch, so as to let them survive and gain the energy of rebirth.
In order to complete the task better, Mr. A has enabled two identities successively.
Ontology: special recruitment of rum, organize excellent employees, work conscientiously, and make wine according to their duties.
Vest: Genzheng Miaohong, graduated from the police academy, the partner of justice will never be absent!
After repeatedly jumping across the abyss of failure, Mr. A discovered that it was not the black-clothed organization that killed him without blinking. His real enemies should be those who don’t listen to people and like to make up their minds and change the plot without authorization! already! people!
especially you! The undercover gentleman with three faces!
After being cheated countless times by Hong Fang’s own people, Jun A burst into tears and cried out in his soul: Let! I! go! die! what! !
I am saving you! Please respect my work, thank you!
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As the youngest cadre of the National Police Agency, Mr. Furuya, who has made great contributions to the destruction of transnational criminal organizations, one of the most regrettable events in his 32-year life so far happened on the rainy day when the organization was completely destroyed three years ago. .
He should have carried that young man’s life on his back, just like the countless people he had killed, until the day of his death.
However, when he woke up one day, he went back to the past.
At this time, the boy who was still a teenager joined the organization on his first day.
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▼CP is obviously zero
▼The main detective, with all his works, has no superpowers.
▼The main theme is he Shuangwen, don’t expect too much from the author’s brain.

Content Labels: Comprehensive Manga Rebirth Young Man Conan
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- 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.