MTL - Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife - Chapter 927 Thousands of disputes (1)

The story of a returnee who lived in the world of martial arts for 20 years and plays games instead of hunting monsters.Summary:[TS] Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast follows a martial artist who, after returning to modern society and undergoing a gender transformation, becomes a game streamer. The story mixes martial arts with gaming and live-streaming elements in a contemporary fantasy setting.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

After being defeated and captured, the dragon-slaying hero Leon became a captive of the Silver Dragon Empress.With a resolve for certain death, Leon unexpectedly turned the tables and successfully imp**gnated the empress on his verge of dying.He thought that this would be enough to let the empress live with shame for the rest of her life and he also fulfilled his duty as a dragon slayer.However, two years later, when Leon opened his eyes, he found a little dragon girl with a tail lying beside him……

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”