Imperial Cultivation - Chapter 1 Princely Heir

Large-breasted, horny alien Empresses rule the galaxy. Julian doesn’t mind.He’ll go through every last one of them, fucking, conquering, if that’s what it takes to burn it all down.The Imperium of Archos invaded his planet.They razed it to ash.They killed the only girl he ever loved and then......left him to die.But then he found the Exion System, an ancient alien device built to make conquerors, not heroes.It bonded to his body and made him:THE GALACTIC KNIGHT.He’s not here to play hero. He’s here to burn the Imperium down.[Apocalypse System Activated]Host recognized: Galactic Knight.Command Authority: Unlocked.[Initiating Galactic Path.]Julian rises.He becomes a planetary governor.Then a warlord.But he’s not stopping there.He commands mech armies, crushes resistance, and spreads his reach across galaxies.Alien warlords, monolithic ugly monsters and cosmic gods will stand in his way, but they won’t stop him, he'll tear them to pieces!Planets of rivals will fall. Empresses will moan.And somewhere at the end of this blood-soaked path, the monsters who ruined his life will scream louder than anyone.They wanted war.He’ll give them hell.And he’ll make sure they watch him become the apocalypse they awakened.[CAUTION!][STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT.][BRUTAL, INTENSE AND BLOODY BATTLES]

It was only after Su Yayan's death that she realized that she was a malicious cannon fodder female character who became a scapegoat in a Mary Sue story.

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.'At least the heavens are weeping for me.' As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.