MTL - The Transmigration Routine of Always Being Captured by ML - Chapter 44 Holy Sorcerer 7

Power? Wealth? Glory? Who freaking cares!

Jack just wants to live in peace, but he’s the greatest trouble magnet EVER!

[Ding! Congratulations! You've Awakened!]

[Unlocked SSS+ Curse of Obliteration!]

[Good Luck Surviving!]

Just as all hope seems lost, he gets reincarnated in the Game-like Magical world of Eternia! Is this finally a chance at an uneventful life?

Jack will do whatever it takes to accomplish his goal, including World Domination. Can’t have anyone disturbing you if they’re all under your rule!

But this might prove troublesome… For instance, how are there so many Demonic Gods trying to make him their Slave?! Can’t they just leave him alone?!

Every Goddamn Day….

[Class Unlocked: Ruin Knight!]

[Class Unlocked: Blood Mage!]

[Class Unlocked: Grim Reaper!]

[Class Unlocked: Vampire Progenitor!]

[Class Unlocked: Apocalypse Overlord!]

[Class Unlocked: Ethereal Incubus Prince!]

“Sigh…..”

Reborn in a frail body disgraced by its family, Zhuang Xing—the once-legendary Pill God—awakens to a brutal world where martial prowess defines destiny. Surviving an attempt on his life by his own family’s henchmen, he realizes he’s been reborn in the Great Qi Country as the despised son of the Zhuang family.Three months before the prestigious Hidden Dragon Ranking, Zhuang Xing must rise above his limitations to claim his birthright and reclaim his former strength. With enemies surrounding him, will Zhuang Xing overcome his frail shell and silence those who doubt him?

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"