Naked Sword Art - Chapter 332: Kill 10,000 cultivators

~ Erothyria is a world where depravity and fantasy collides ~ And this world is where Dagwood Ackley was thrust into! After picking up the rejected video game called ‘The Daughters of Eros,’ Dagwood is reincarnated into the game and is reborn as a son of Eros! But...it is impossible! No Mother is allowed to begat a son! He takes the identity; Aeric of Starlight, and gains extreme beauty and charm as the first and only ever son of the God Eros. But what is his task? Ding! [Claim all the wives and daughters of Eros] Ding! [Defeat the Goddess of Lust and Claim her!] Ding! [Build a harem of Queen Mothers and daughters and take over the Throne of Eros!] With the Celestial Depravity System, Aeric becomes the most sought after male in all of Erothyria, but he must defend this land from the evil dragons and titans, and in the end, [Claim] it all for himself!

Zhou Youlin, a famous ice queen of the special forces. During an accident in her mission, she was betrayed by her squad mates and was shot twice. She died on the spot. When she woke up again, she became the useless madam of a rice family and was a resentful wife who was neglected by her husband. Her son, too, was neglected.“If I’m not mistaken, we’re already divorced. You’re currently invading my home, my dear ex.” Zhao Youlin raised her chin and sat at the end of the couch with her legs folded. She looked prideful.Mu Tingfeng was expressionless. “We can get married again.”Zhou Youlin quirked her eyebrows. Then, she swung her hand, and a large number of handsome men’s pictures were spread on the table.“Baby, be a good boy and choose someone you like to be your stepdaddy, okay?”Mu Tingfeng’s expression… turned dark.

After a brutal day on the construction site,Jaxon collapsed onto his cot with nothing but sore muscles, a cheap dinner, and a phone in hand. Out of boredom, he picked up one of those mindless urban web novels—complete with arrogant young masters, all-powerful protagonists, and women falling in love every other chapter.“Who writes this garbage?” he muttered, tossing his phone aside and cursing the story, the characters, and the plot that made no damn sense.Then he woke up inside it.Not as the protagonist.Not even as comic relief.He’s the villain—the arrogant heir of a wealthy family destined to be publicly humiliated, slapped down by the protagonist over and over again.