MTL - From Soldier to Officer: A Game Addict’s Journey - Chapter 28 Brother, help me let go of the wind (please collect, please support

Ling Xiao was secretly in love with a girl named Mo Qi; because of an accident, they both crossed into the ancient times.

Mo Qi who was preinstalled with the Mary Sue halo, in these ancient times, walked to the summit with a golden finger.

However, Ling Xiao continued to be exploited by Mo Qi.

After he no longer had any values to exploit, he soon became a pitiful cannon fodder.

The heavens decided to take pity on Ling Xiao.

And gave Ling Xiao an opportunity for rebirth.

After rebirth, he vowed that all his enemies would repay him with a debt of blood!

However, why have all these enemies of his, fallen into the mode of cutting their heads open?

“Hey, are you really that unremarkable person who used to follow behind Mo Qi?”

“So this dance was originally danced by you, sigh……”

“You are obviously a man, yet you move me so much.”

“Enough! Since you have taken the initiative to provoke me, then you must concentrate on me!”

Ling Xiao expressed: If you want to counterattack, then counterattack. As long as your golden finger is bigger than Mo Qi’s.

But how did Mo Qi’s Mary Sue halo end up in his body! He is still a straight man who likes beauties! He definitely, definitely doesn’t want to turn bent!

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When I opened my eyes, I found myself trapped in the very novel I despise most, and to make matters worse, I became Samuel Gebb, the tragic main character. Samuel's wife constantly brings other men into their home, and he’s forced to endure her mowns with other mens.But here's the twist: I’m not Samuel. I’m the Heavenly Demon, a being feared by the world for my martial prowess.In my first life, I was just an ordinary student who read this novel and became deeply depressed for months. In my second life, I took on the role of the Heavenly Demon and conquered the world. Now, if Abigail, the female lead, thinks she can control me like she did with Samuel, she’s gravely mistaken. I’m going to ensure she pays for what she did to Samuel.In the novel, Abigail claims she never slept with any men, but I don’t believe her, even if she’s telling the truth. I’ll make her regret the three years she tormented Samuel.Original Novel: The Marriage she turned into War.Author POV: this was utterly disgusting Novel and I'm seriously thinking why Webfic wrote it and what is the reason for Author to make Main character Suffer So much, So this will be more like a Fantasy Friction of Original and I'm gonna make sure this Novel will be MasterpiecePlease don't get me wrong but after Reading the Original Novel I'm having Trust Issues with Love and Marriage but will see if I want to make Main character to Ship with someone or to Give him Harem.

# MYSTICALBEING # DNDThe Northern Ice Fields had no boundaries.The Winter Wolves hid within the snow, the Frost Tigers growled incessantly, and the roars of Giants echoed throughout the land. Many species struggled to survive in the icefield. At the same time, a baby White Dragon possessing the power of time broke out of its egg and opened its platinum-colored eyes.Years later, the legendary Time Dragon appeared, moving freely between the endless past, present, and future.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.