MTL - Self-cultivation of Male Supporting Role - Chapter 178 Amitabha

Dear comrades, masters, priests, masters, fairies, demons, and leaders, welcome to my world and enjoy the supreme pleasure and supreme enjoyment brought by traveling through various worlds (funny laugh).

- Description from novelbuddy

Lu Xing zhi’s 18th birthday gift was a handsome, wealthy fiance. Since then, the little lonely orphan girl turned directly into Ms. Rich Perfect and embarked on the pinnacle of her life.

After getting over a scumbag, she was drowning in a pampered happy life.

She merely wanted to hold tightly onto this golden thigh, instead of being left gnawed to the bone by that scumbag.

Huo Jinchen: “It’s my first time. Don’t let me down.”

Lu Xingzhi: “Old man, don’t be so shameless.”

Huo Jinchen: “This old man loves you dearly. Good girl, let your husband love you dearly.”

Huo Jinchen in the eyes of other: honorable and elegant, clean-living and honest, and a modest gentleman.

In the eyes of Lu Xingzhi: A black bellied old man.

“All right, I’ll give you all you want, but you must never leave me.”

Lu Xingzhi nodded resolutely. This uncle has the money, the looks, a ravishing figure, and was so good to her. She would never leave unless she has a hole in her brain.

“What are you doing with your clothes off?”

“Seduce you.”

Love her and love her deeply. It’s an essential homework for Huo Jinchen with Lu Xingzhi.

- Description from Novelupdates

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.

The world I transmigrated into was a dark fantasy game universe, devoid of hope or dreams.Doesn’t feel like it at all, though.