MTL - The Supporting Female Character Is Not Behaving Again - Chapter 201 Tinder does not go out 6

Cliche. Another monster progression story. That was probably what you thought when you read the title of my story. And, I can't lie, for the most part, it probably is.But, what else am I supposed to do when I've been thrusted into a world that could kill me in an instant? There's nothing to do but to progress, to devour and evolve. You would do the same too.Such is the basis of a monster.Such is the right of any living being.So that's what I did. I ate, I killed and I hoarded anything I could get my big limbs on. Friendship, allies and love? There used to be a little god calling himself “Heaven's Equal” who spouted of such things, before I ate him. The world went pretty quiet after that.Follow my story. Read for yourself how I evolved from a little monster in a lake I thought was the ocean, all the way into the Titan Of Destruction.What To Expect:- A relatively quick progression story- Ruthless, I mean - Fang Yuag levels - of ruthless protagonist.- A system? that grows stronger along with the protagonist- Big Monsters Duking It Out, with minimal humans/beastmen/elves, etc. . .focus. Basically, monsterverse without annoying ass humans ruining the show.- Did I mention that the protagonist was pretty evil?

She is an elder miss from a modern secret society family. She is very cold and heartless, but her appearance is very enchanting. She thinks of men as playthings. She was schemed against and her body was thrown into the sea.

When she woke up again, she had transmigrated to become the youngest Empress Dowager of the Feng Yu dynasty. Her beauty is unparalleled and her heart is poisonous like a snake.

Poisoning the imperial concubines to death, executing the emperor, her means are cruel and bloody, truly hateful!

Her old lover, the new emperor absolutely hates her? Not only does he want to banish her to the cold palace, he also dares to slap her in the face?

The court ministers can’t wait to execute her under the law?

The imperial concubines in the inner palace are all hypocrites and vicious?

With an enchanting smile, if a tiger does not show her might, they will treat her as a decoration? Ever since the Empress Dowager has been reborn, the inner palace will never be peaceful again!

Hooking up and joining the imperial uncle for no reason, then teasing the prime minister. If nothing happens, she will find a small bun to abuse, then sit back and watch a bunch of imperial concubines fight among each other. Her days are exciting and smooth. Except, why are all these men stripping naked and ask her to be responsible for them?

“The Empress Dowager seems to be in a good mood these days!”

“Yes! It’s indeed good”

“The peach blossoms in this King’s courtyard are in full bloom. I wonder if the Empress wants to come over to see them?”

“Looking at them is fine! However, imperial uncle, can you remove your hand from my leg?”

One night, a certain Empress Dowager appeared on the cold and stoic prime minister’s bed. She lifted his chin with one hand and wickedly ravaged him. Looking at the ‘unsatisfied’ man below her, she evilly and charmingly smiled. Her voice was filled with temptation: “If it is painful, please tell me. I will be more gentle.”

The cold and stoic prime minister’s eyes flashed. However, he uncomfortably turned his head away. His earlobes were red as blood pearls!

“Empress Dowager! What else do you want before you are willing to let go of the Empress?”

“Get out!”

“Empress Dowager! What do you actually want?”

“Throw him out!”

“Jinghua! Whatever you want, I can give it to you. But, first release the Empress!”

“Castrate him and throw him “.

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In her last life, Qu Zhi tried her best to be a good wife who was sensible and did not cause trouble, a filial and good daughter who helped her family, and a good mother who accompanied her children. However, Qu Zhi worked hard and suffered all her life. When she was about to die, she realized that in the end, all she got back for her hard work were complaints. Her husband complained that she was an idle, rich wife all day long who wasn’t satisfied with her happiness at home, and that she was a greedy woman.

But after decades of marriage, her husband had a firm, deadly hold on all her money, and she didn’t even have a dime to her name, nor a property to call her own. Every time she asked for money, he would trample all over her self-esteem. Her husband’s cold and sarcastic words made her unable to lift her head, and his friends would demean her while drinking wine, making her tremble with anger. This man had once said he would take care of her, yet he turned a blind eye! Those people focused on her happiness as a topic, and made a joke out of it.

Even her three children resented her for her uneven love towards everyone, and their relationship only became more strained as time passed. She had spent her whole life as a loner, and she had nothing. Lying on the operation table, Qu Zhi thought that if she could do it all over again, she wouldn’t be a housewife. She wouldn’t have given her second daughter away, and she wouldn’t take care of her blood-sucking relatives.

She wouldn’t marry her indifferent, cold husband either! When she next opened her eyes, she was back to twenty years in the past. Her eldest daughter was still in elementary school, and her second daughter had been in her belly for several months…

His name was 25. On Avalis, he was just one of many tasked with fulfilling missions for Earth’s people. This time, he was given a simple one—live as Zeno Han and have an ordinary life.Easy. Or so he thought.The moment he took over Zeno’s body, someone shoved a script into his hands. “You’ll be perfect for this role!” And just like that, he was on set.[Fame Meter: Unable to Measure. Off the charts.]Doctor? Check. Pilot? Check. Eunuch? …Regrettably, check. Every script forces him to relive past missions, and somehow, he’s nailing every performance. Now, the industry wants to make him a star, but can he still complete his mission? Or will fame—and the terrifying unknown of failure—be his final curtain call?