MTL - I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl - Chapter 4 My genius plan

An ordinary young man on earth, Xia Feng, traveled to a world of sword and magic, and took the body of Lucien Evans, another ordinary young man.

“If he’s being badass, I’m gonna plant my own crops. If he messes with me, he will not live past next year.”

[Polyandry + Adored by All + Pregnancy Runaway + Leveling Up + Pure Male Harem]Qiao Suisui opened her eyes and found herself in an interstellar beast world where females were scarce compared to males.How scarce?Looking around, she was the only viviparously born female!Bound to the fertility system, she became the target of a scramble among the big shots—A Colonel from the Empire Military Department, who betrayed his family just to give her a status.“I swear on the honor of the Sikoses Family, I will never let anyone harm you.”A previously indolent member of the Royal Family started on the path of power struggle just to protect her.“Suisui, no matter where your heart lies, I will never let go.”An obsessed scientist, who kneeled at her feet, humbly begging for love.“Qiao Suisui, you're lying to me... you also love me, right... why won't you look at me...”The last blood of the Wolf Clan, who was a bloodthirsty killer in public, but behind closed doors, he transformed into a big dog, warming her feet with his belly.“Sister, our Wolf Clan mates for life. You touched my tail, so you have to take responsibility.”(More men joining the lineup...)System: The stronger the male gene, the higher the quality of the reward.Qiao Suisui: (Resting her chin on her hands) Let me see who I should seduce today...PS. The female protagonist appears fragile but is actually calculating and self-serving. All males are merely tools for reproduction.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.