MTL - Proficiency: Cultivated 10 Million Times - Chapter 8 entrust

The ‘heartwarming’ daily life of Miss Witch in the Cyber Galactic Era, and occasional epic adventures.She is a timid girl who grew up in a cyber city. She is the weeping child who trudged through the mud. She is a legendary star admired by all, detached from the mundane. She is the Pitch-Black Songstress who brings sorrow and tears to the world. She is the ruthless witch who cannot speak of false hopes. She is the blood-stained angel singing the song of the end.Please enjoy the latest work from the clumsy author, Blue Sky Melody, “The Witch of Eternal Night”This book is also known as:“Miss Witch’s Part-time Job Diary”“As a Color-Grade Songstress, I Must Hide My Identity”“Is It Okay If I Only Know How to Pilot a Gundam?”“The Dark Queen Behind the Federation’s Curtain”“If That Final Song Is to Be Sung, Let It Be Me”“We Shall Eventually Unite as One”T/N: Taking places in the same universe as author’s previous work, “She is not a Witch”, with brand new array of casts. It is a sequel that can be read without reading the prequel. At most you can find subtle reference that comes from previous work as historical tidbits~

SynopsisElian was once a healer—a rare one. His body fluids could cure any wound, and because of that, he was treated not as a person, but as a tool. Abused and violated by both men and women in his own guild, Flameborne, he endured unspeakable horrors in silence. In their final battle against the Demon Lord, they abandoned him like discarded trash.But death was not the end.The gods took pity. Reborn as Caelan Virelith and blessed by a goddess, he awakens in a new world with a powerful gift: the ability to form Essence Links—magical bonds forged through intimacy that unlock skills, power, and potential. Still a healer, but no longer powerless, Caelan begins his journey not only to grow stronger, but to hunt down those who broke him... and make them kneel.This time, he decides who gets saved.--Content Warning:This story contains mature themes, including sexual content, abuse, and revenge. It is intended for readers 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.

In the middle of nowhere, where there was no beginning nor the end, a voice echoed, shaking the space a little.

“NO!!! This was not why I died, I have to go back. Fu—.”

Noah who was the god in a magical world dies at the hand of a weak mage, it seemed everything was under his control but he panicked when his plans seemed to have fallen apart because of the interference of an unknown entity.

Reborn in the body of a 14 year old boy, Noah cursed his fate, he was in a completely different world where Qi is used instead of magical power.

Noah did not lose hope and Used his trump card and something weird happened with it too.

He looked at the fairy in front of him looking back without any emotions on her face. She gave him a mountain of gold while claiming.

“Here take it all, because from now on, ‘I am your Sugar Mommy~’!”

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Noah was speechless at her exclamation, his eyes resembled that of a dead person. ‘I The Mage god feared by all got a sugar mommy….’

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?