MTL - Release that Man - Chapter 444 Big Water Dragon Temple

“His novel. His rules. His fight to take it all back.”Who would have thought Tavian would end up trapped inside his own novel?Not the chosen one. Not the villain.Just a forgettable extra with laughable stats and no place in the story he once ruled.And the protagonist he shaped into a perfect weapon?He’s real—and hunting him.Armed only with the knowledge of the world he created, Tavian has one choice: exploit the system he built… or be devoured by his own creation.He knows how the story is supposed to end.And he won’t let anyone else decide his fate—especially not the characters he once controlled.

“The new book 'Awakening Items: Mind Reading, Starting with a Crazy 10 Billion' has been released, your collection and support are welcome......”In her past life, the apocalypse had arrived, and her in-laws confirmed to have no bottom line, trading Jhiang Yuan's body for a pack of instant noodles. When she returned, she discovered that her daughter had frozen to death, and she herself died on the way to the hospital.Reborn, she swiftly signed the divorce papers, took the ten million she got from the settlement, and maxed out the scumbag's credit card.She brought her parents over, hoarded supplies like crazy, and turned her home into an apocalypse fortress.Extreme heat or severe cold, Jhiang Yuan enjoyed barbecue and hotpot, looked around at the rooms full of supplies, and just wanted to lie flat and be a salted fish!

The first time I realized that I ‘couldn’t die’ was during a practical training exercise in my third year as a hero cadet.A beast suddenly leaped out of the bushes and tore into my neck.‘How did I come back to life?’Yes, I came back to life. I didn’t die.And now, after hundreds, even thousands of years, I was still alive. Only I had survived.“But now… it’s finally over.”After wandering for millennia, I thought I could finally put an end to this long existence…“Dale! Dale Han! How dare you sleep during my class? You’ve got some nerve, don’t you?”“…Huh?”But what awaited me at the end of my long existence wasn’t a period, but a repeat sign.

Every author loves their story.Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.Everyone loves their work.But some forget they did.