MTL - Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me - Chapter 918 I have a crush on your woman for a long time

I am Stephen, assistant to Vegapunk. After transmigrated to the One Piece world and failing in the attempt to take down Imu in collaboration with the Revolutionary Army, I unexpectedly found myself transmigrated again, this time to the Pokémon world.Although my body has become smaller, my mind remains as sharp as ever. My current identity is:The Chief Pokémon Professor of the Pokémon LeagueA mind 500 years ahead of its timeExecutive Vice-Leader of Team RocketThe second Master-level Trainer after Professor RowanThe benefactor recognized by Rayquaza as its successorHonorary Chairman of the Alola LeagueSupreme Commander of Dark Pokémon!

Being reincarnated in a cultivation world, Han Jue realizes that he can live his life like a video game. He can reroll his cultivation potential and connate providence.

Born without a mana circle into one of the most powerful family of hunters in the country, Luthra was the ultimate failure. Deemed trash and disowned, he was cast out with nothing but the clothes on his back and a cold, self-hating resolve.For five years, he trained his body to its breaking point, only to discover his weakness was a lie. His power wasn't absent—it was a paradox. A 'Negative' mana circle so volatile it had to be sealed by a god at his birth, lest it annihilate his very soul.Now, the seal is cracking. To prevent catastrophe and seize his own destiny, Luthra is given a key: The Negative Leveling System. In this world, power means leveling up. For Luthra, true strength is found by leveling down.Armed with a simple industrial chain and an unshakable pragmatism, he begins his hunt. Every monster core he absorbs pushes him deeper into negative levels, unlocking twisted skills and an incomprehensible strength the world has never seen.They called him a zero. But in a system where Level -10 is stronger than Level 1, Luthra is about to show them what true power looks like from the bottom.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”