MTL - Overlord in Cultivation - Chapter 2213 Nine days and ten positions!

Transmigration + Sweet Petting + Overbearing President

Beautiful Lady of Capital Circle vs. Noble Abstinent Prince of Capital Circle

Fantasy, please don’t overthink it!

Synopsis: In a certain male-oriented novel, the male lead Chi Yu is the prince of the Capital circle. He has been blessed since childhood, gathering little brothers all the way until he finally becomes the world’s richest man.

During Chi Yu’s journey of leveling up and defeating enemies, there must have been cannon fodder villains who get faceslapped by him. The transmigrator Song Luoqiu finds that her brother, Song Luosheng, is that biggest villain.

Song Luosheng is a young master of a prestigious Capital family, same age as the male lead. The two grew up together in the same courtyard. Song Luosheng matches the male lead in looks, abilities and more, but has been ruthlessly suppressed into second place ever since childhood. He sees the male lead as his biggest rival. After continuous failures in his fights against the male lead, Song Luosheng’s personality becomes distorted and he tries to harm the male lead, only to finally be killed by him!

Song Luoqiu has always wanted to save her brother from the fate of a villain. On the other hand, the male lead already wants to call her brother “brother” too.

After some time, Song Luoqiu awkwardly says to Chi Yu: “That’s my brother, you know.”

Chi Yu bows to Song Luosheng: “Brother.”

Song Luosheng grabs his head in agony: “I refuse this marriage!”

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When Song Luoqiu gets intimate with Chi Yu, she’s not serious about it. But Chi Yu feels extremely happy every day. His little brothers seem to have noticed something and ask: “Boss, do we have a sister-in-law now?”

Chi Yu doesn’t deny it. Soon, the news that Chi Yu has a girlfriend spreads through the circle. Upon hearing it, Song Luoqiu instantly blocks him. What a scumbag!

Not long after, Chi Yu finds her with slightly red eyes, “Song Luoqiu, are you tired of me now?”

There was nothing left to lose in his life.He had lived as a hero. He had started at the bottom and worked his way up to the top, at the end he become the best, yet he had always been betrayed by those he had tried to protect.Humanity did not deserve his protection.When everything went out and he could no longer even hope to beg for his life, he could do nothing but look up at the blood-red sky among the corpses of demons and angels.He wished for one more chance, just one more chance.And when that chance was given to him, he swore that he would change everything. He would no longer be a hero to save people, but an anti-hero to save the world.Sacrificing hundreds of people to save an elf, poisoning hundreds of people to save a group of half-demons.He didn't care about any of that anymore, he would protect those he cared about and send everything else to hell.Not even the gods or goddesses could stop him.

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]

As the mad researcher in a tattered white coat activated the self-destruction device, Qin Luo knew that this time, there was no escape.

He was well aware of the destructive power of the self-destruction device.
Even if he is genetically inborn with an independent space, it is impossible to use the power of his space to resolve against such a terrible explosion.

His only end would be a torn space and the crushed bones.

On an unrecognizable earth rampant with zombies and mutant creatures, this end is good.

Death is far better than living…

With a skull splitting headache he opened his eyes to find himself reborn in the year before the apocalypse happened.

Is this a joke!!!
Is this a chance for him to be prepared to combat the apocalypse?
Is God not satisfied with all the bitterness he had went through and would enjoy watching him suffer once more?

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