MTL - Remnants of Filth - Chapter 153 Confrontation

He died on the wedding of the girl he had a crush on, after a long and successful career. After convincing Yama to send him back to the world, he decides to fix the areas in which his life went wrong. Realizing the lack of love and romance in his past life, he sets out to conquer the hearts of various women.

The latest novel by the author of 'When Cats Own Superpower'.----------------------------------------------A star shot through the sky, it also shot through the tranquility of the world.Supernatural powers descended upon Earth. Who watches in the dark? Who mutters in my ear?When my growl shatters the sky, when my power tramples the abyss, when I govern all that is living and dead...they shall call me-- God.

[Wsa entry.]James Dohan, a famous author working for the government, suddenly died after an accident occurred at his workplace.Nothing could have prepared him for the events to come.[You have reincarnated.]James soon found himself reincarnated into the body of Jared, the son of the village's elder in a demon-infested wasteland.The North, abandoned by a cowardly kingdom after a brutal war, crawled with monsters and desperate survivors. Jared left to save his father with a miracle cure, but James arrived too late—the Elder was dead, the village was starving, and the title of Elder fell on his unprepared shoulders.Luckily, he had a cheat code to rely on.[You have awakened your Infinite Item Shop System.][Current balance: 0 Sp. Buy everything, Sell anything.]Jared found a way to save the people of his village from dying from their own weakness and the horrors of the world.[You have gained 50 Sp.][You have purchased a pistol.][13 Sp has been deducted.][You killed a Dire Wolf.][150 Sp has been added to your account.][The villagers' loyalty to you has risen.][You have earned 300 Sp.][You can now convert this world's money into Sp.]With this system, Jared was more than ready to conquer the North, money, power and women.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.