I'll Come Clean! I Am The King Of Lolan! - Chapter 71 - Ungrateful Wrenches

[CAUTION][+18 MATURE NOVEL][STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT]Leonardo is bullied by everyone in his class, boys and girls alike.Everyone knows he’s obsessed with MILFs, and they torment him for it.No one lifts a finger to help him.One day, a message appears:[Congratulations, Leonardo, you’ve been selected to participate in a System.]What?[You have 1 minute to make a decision regarding the NTR Demon System.][Your participation depends on your approval.][If you accept, you will gain special abilities to subdue your enemies and humiliate them publicly.][Your life will never be the same.]Leonardo accepts and embarks on a revenge journey fueled by NTR.Now that he has the System, none of those who made him suffer will be left untouched.

When the sword awakens, its slept so long that it has forgotten everything but hunger. It is a weapon made to feast on death and blood, and the more bodies that it leaves in its wake, the stronger it gets. Bloodstained Blade is a fantasy gamelit, where the main character is the blade, and not the person wielding it. So, expect the wielder of the blade to die occasionally and be replaced with another man or monster as the Ebon Blade pursues its own goals no matter the cost. Expect: Daily updates, new powers and abilities, numbers to go up, violence, and revenge.

Ji Nai-tang paid attention to Cen Muqi for 12 years. This secret love had been hidden in his heart. When he finally couldn’t hide it, he sent himself in front of Cen Muqi, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger and step by step planning to trap the golden thigh.

Ji Nai-tang: It is not that I look good, it is that you make me look good.

Cen Muqi: It turns out that it is important to have a boyfriend who will take pictures.

Ji Nai-tang: But you are not my boyfriend~

Cen Muqi: Can I apply for it?

Ji Nai-tang: What are you applying for?

Cen Muqi: Applying to be your boyfriend!

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.