MTL - Peerless Martial God - Chapter 58 Snow Moon Temple

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

The new book has been released “After being forced to become a boss, I just want to be a salted fish”

[Sweet text + pet text + 1v1 + revenge + stripped vest + illogical]

In the past, everyone said to Meng Yutang: My God! Where did the little angel come from, cute! When she smiles, the world lights up!

Later, everyone said to Meng Yutang: We were wrong, we were wrong! What a cute little angel, this is a devil!

Mr. Zhou slammed the table: Who said that! Spread rumors! What a devil! This is my little cutie!

[Don’t be deceived by the title of the book, the heroine’s IQ online revenge is cool, and the heroine is infatuated and domineering to protect his wife.

It’s not a loss to buy shares~]

- Description from novelbuddy

Zou Liang, an otaku with a passionate interest in a fighting game came into a world governed by the beast tribes.

There the ones with high martial ability were respected.

Extreme beauties were a little silly.

This guy felt depressed. Such a crazy really could force a civilized people like him to turn crazy!

Scoundrel Zou began his unrestrained and destructive journey in the Beast God Continent.

Rules? There are no rules!

Principles? His actions defined the principles!

Occupations? Occupations were as unimportant as fleeting clouds. What he sought was omnipotence!

In a different world, Zou held the same passion.

This is a story of a nobody becoming the great conqueror—step by step—as a human, filled with touching emotions, explosive anger, and hot blood forever!

- Description from Novelupdates

To be is to have a soul. The soul begets a will. Wills accumulate into mysterious psychic forces, weaving secret domains within the fabric of reality.