My Idol System: An Idol, But Also A Savior - Chapter 118: It’s Just Support... - [100PS bonus Chapter]

**NO NTR****Explicit Content Warning +18**——————————————Caught masturbating in glorious 4K, a perverted teenager is sentenced to the basement as punishment. Only to be murdered by a book that never asked permission.Death was supposed to be the end.Instead he awakens as Daniel Dikson. An eighteen years old, dirt-poor guy, son of a broke farmer and Marnie, his stepmother. The kind of stepmother wet dreams are built from.Yet what truly terrified him was the book itself. It had crossed death with him, and now lay quietly at his side, patiently waiting for his touch once more.“Wait… this book wants me to draw a ritual diagram, place the book in the center, and chant some eldritch bullshit to seal the deal?”“Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà…”One forbidden ritual later, a demon found its vessel, purring promises of limitless power. Every milf he claims, every moan he steals from their bodies will increase his power.From the village’s weakest to a ruthless conqueror Daniel rises through blood, sweat and bedroom sheets.But in this brutal world of scheming nobles, wild beasts, and forbidden lusts, will Daniel survive?

In an imposing mortal world where the Divine Nine and Terrestrial Ten immortal sects exist…

The world is beautiful and full of temptations, but cultivators ignore them and happily work toward becoming immortals.

When Chu Liang opened his eyes, he found he had become a disciple of the Mount Shu Sect and even possessed a wondrous treasured pagoda... Henceforth, he embarked on a path that he had never envisioned before.

As the morning mist rises over Mount Shu’s thirty-six peaks, what’s Chu Liang doing?

He’s slaying dragons eight thousand li away!

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“Please, young noble, slay the monsters!”

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Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”

One night. One mistake. One scandal that changed everything.Evelyn Charlotte Carter never imagined her name would end up in the headlines — betrayed by her boyfriend, accused of an affair and thrust into a storm she never saw coming.But what the world doesn’t know is that Alexander Reid, the ruthless and composed heir of the Reid empire, has loved her for years.He saw her first.He let her go once.And now when fate gives him another chance, he refuses to walk away again.Protecting her should have been simple—a gesture of goodwill and an old guilt righted.But it isn’t.Every stolen glance, every quiet word stirs what he has tried to bury for years.Evelyn’s kindness draws him closer and her pain destroys his restraint.And soon, obsession replaces control.Caught between loyalty, desire and the shadows of a family that thrives on secrets, Alexander must decide how far he is willing to go for the only woman he has ever loved.Or risk losing her and himself all over again.