MTL - Superstars of Tomorrow - Chapter 32 Kill

A litrpg kingdom builder set in a cultivation world.After meeting Truck-kun, Benton, a grandfather and an overall nice man, is transmigrated into the body of Chao Su in a brutal, might-makes-right cultivation world.Things could be worse. He is given choices that come with neat advantages, and his career in middle management gives him ample experience leading people. Those skills should translate to running a sect.Unfortunately, things aren't that simple. Benton quickly realizes that his plan to let his recruits fight for him won't work. He'll need to get up to speed on life in a cultivation world fast because danger is on the way. A beast tide threatens his new territory. Rival sects don't like the balance of power being upset. Worse, the demonic cultivators that destroyed Chao Su's prior sect are still out there.What to Expect:- This is not a cultivation story. The MC cannot cultivate and advances through cultivation realms by earning points from the System.- No artificial emphasis.- The MC makes decisions based on empathy and emotions, treating his sect members like he's their doting grandfather. He's not a typical Xianxia protagonist.- No sexual content or a harem.- M-W-F-Sa-Su with occasional bonus chapters- Average Chapter Length = Approximately 2,000 Words- MC goes from weak to strong to OP.- Though the story is not a comedy, the tone is mostly light, and it contains humorous elements.- There is some romance between side characters. There are no current plans for the MC to have a love interest. Just to be clear (and I'm only mentioning this because it's the internet and ... people), there is absolutely no possibility that the sixty-year-old isekai'd protagonist will develop a romantic relationship with any of his teenage disciples. He views them as his grandkids.- Minor swearing occasionally.

Qiao Qingyu found herself transported into a period novel, becoming He Xiu Yu's dreadful ex-wife.She's the worst of them all—lazy, dumb, and wicked.She serves as a foil whose sole purpose is to advance the plot, a tool for slapstick comedy, and a contrast to highlight the intelligence and kindness of the female lead.Everyone is eagerly waiting for her to exit the stage.Faced with dangers ahead and behind, Qiao Qingyu isn't bothered at all. After all, she possesses a seed laboratory.The joy of having a golden finger is beyond your wildest imaginings!

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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