MTL - The World I’m Wearing is Wrong - Chapter 107 new occupants

She was one of the best assassins of the modern world; a sly, black belly, cutely stupid woman. She passed through into a mysterious world and into the body of a trash young girl that everyone brutally reviled. Idiot and ugly, they don’t know that she was a Seven Element Elementalist with a Dual Cultivation Body. Various Spirit Beasts and Devil Beasts would rush to make a contract with her. See how she plays the world at the ends of her fingertips and exact revenge on the people who made her life a living hell.

Just who is this bewitching villain?

Hey! I’m going to talk to you about something! I am not just a bewitching villain, I am your soon to be husband!

The woman roared: Who wants you to be my husband?

Bewitching Villain: Well, if you don’t want me to become your future husband, then why don’t you become my future wife instead?”

This world is nothing without you. How could you leave me alone? Even if you reincarnate a millennium later, I will still be here waiting for you.

He was a tyrannical emperor born between the heavens and earth thousands of years ago. He did not hesitate to defy the world, to turn the world upside down, to expend his Spiritual Force only for her to reincarnate.

He was the Demon Emperor born between the heavens and earth, Just so she can reincarnate, he fell into a deep, profound slumber, “Little Zi’er, as long as you live, even if it costs my life, I will do it for you. Just to know that you live, would make my wounded heart……whole.”

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A normal person, Xin Yun, received a second chance by transmigrating to an unknown world. But because he chose to indulge in women, he lost his chance to become the most powerful.

When he gets caught by the force a struggle between the nine most powerful experts, something unbelievable happened, or it could be said that a miracle occurred. Xin Yun was reborn and sent back to the place he had transmigrated over to.

Having been reborn, Xin Yun decided he wanted to become the strongest being together with the three top experts from his previous life: the most beautiful dragon- Sparkling Butterfly, Yi Luo Xiang, the cruel dragon- Evil Empress, Yan Qing Ying, and the most dazzling dragon- Peac*ck King, Ming Xuan!

Furthermore, he wanted to pursue love with the most beloved person from his previous life- Yi Luo Xiang! Xin Yun, making use of his good fortune, used his memories from his previous life to prioritized becoming friends with Yi Luo Xiang, Yan Qing Ying and Ming Xuan. He even received a godly artifact from his previous life- the Heaven Splitting Axe!

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Before Li Daniu had time to be excited about being a prince who was about to ascend the throne, he learned that his country was about to be submerged by sea water.

“Can I wear it back?”

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?