Naming Technique of the Night - Chapter 657 - 401 Arctic

[WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT][Author Note: I have changed the story entirely]Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home.“What the hell...?” he mumbled as he finally looked around.He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor.Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him.“How did I get here?” Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. “I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night”The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street.Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes.“Damn, I'm hot,” he said, touching the scar.For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. “Like I'd be with a loser like you,” she told him.Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. “I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!”He spun around excitedly. “I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!”Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him:[System Starting Up...][Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart][Soul Check: Person from Another World][Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated]“Incubus?” Arthur asked in shock. “Like, those demons that seduce people?”[That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.]“Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!”[Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.]“Fuck,” Arthur groaned.[Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.]Arthur's eye twitched. “Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do.”

Leisurely on the fairy road, the sword points to longevity.

At first, Chu Yu thought that she had transmigrated into a typical ancient housefighting novel. And all she had to do was grow up and get married quickly, and then, it would be perfect if her husband died and no one cared about her. Who would have thought that when she walked out of the backyard, she found out, hoho, this is a xianxia with a genius female protagonist- her eldest sister. Her eldest sister, Chu Qiong, had the golden finger of an immortal mansion. Her second sister, Chu Fan, who was suspected of being transmigrated from the same world as her (Captain Chu?), had a golden finger as well.

And she, a cannon fodder, the little Chu Yu, having poor qualifications and a short lifespan, vowed that she will never give up and be ridiculed!

She will fight against fate! Live long!

Strive to live until the end of the world, and live longer than deities.

Fortunately, she got a book of exercises that can be automatically practiced.

Fortunately, she can sell goods across all dimensions and accumulate resources.

Fortunately, she has two lovely sisters who will never give up on her, and think that she is prodigal.

The road to self-cultivation is extremely cruel, and many amazing and talented people fall halfway, but the three sisters want to see the scenery at the peak of this immortal road.

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Reborn into the world of Yugioh, it's natural if my goal is to become the best duelist!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.