MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me - Chapter 14 She is not doing her job to move bricks (14)

[Warning: Sexual content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, face-slapping, and a shameless protagonist!].....Creed Walden was a man of culture. Refined. Sophisticated. A true enjoyer of the finer things in life.Which was exactly why he ended up getting shot in the nuts.Who knew that messing with a gangster’s woman would lead to such unfortunate circumstances? One moment, he was enjoying the peak of pleasure, the next—BANG! Eternal darkness.But instead of fading into nothingness, he woke up… in a completely different world.A world he knew.It was the setting of a novel he had read ten years ago—a brutal, unforgiving wasteland where monstrous creatures roamed, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction.The Apocalypse had begun.Here, humans awakened incredible talents to survive. Some became swordmasters, capable of cutting mountains in half. Others became mages, wielding fire and lightning at their fingertips. The strong ruled, the weak perished, and only those with true power could thrive.And Creed?He awakened… a summoning ability.Not bad, right? He could call forth mighty beasts, legendary heroes, or divine warriors to fight for him!At least, that’s what he thought.Until his first summon appeared.A gorgeous, sultry woman with horns, bat-like wings, and a very inappropriate outfit.A Succubus.It didn’t take long for Creed to realize the shocking truth—his summoning ability could only summon Succubi!The apocalypse was raging. Civilization was collapsing. People were awakening godlike powers to fight for survival.And here he was.Surrounded by beautiful, seductive demons who thrived on… other kinds of energy.Creed leaned back with a grin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and wicked excitement.“...Well, I suppose there are worse fates.”

A poor boy whose parents died accidentally found a mysterious space and set foot on the avenue of cultivating immortals. From then on, he planted spiritual herbs, refined elixir, opened shops, trained troops, and established a fairyland…

This article is about cultivating immortals and farming, not for mortals, not for stallions.

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.