MTL - New Times, New Hell - Chapter 27 All eyes

Waking from his sleep, Yue Feng found himself the owner of a fishing gear store on the brink of bankruptcy, and his time travel had landed him a rather “awkward” career as well as a system to assist him,From then on, the small town had a fishing gear store that wasn’t large in scale but had quite the reputation,With the blessing of the system (cheat), Yue Feng started livestreaming and playing the internet celebrity game to great success.Traditional fishing? Yue Feng played with the Seven-star float in the weed beds so divinely.Sitting platform fishing? He was the contestant who ascended to the rank of Special Level Competitive Fishing Master at the speed of light.Lure fishing? To him, catching a kilogram-class tarpon was just a beginner's move, and even meter-long silver dragons were nothing more than a dish on the table. Dream Fish Species were like picking things out of his pocket.Deep-sea fishing? He held the world record for the heaviest single-tail bluefin spearfish.There aren’t many sports in this world that can make a weathered adult as happy as a child, and fishing is definitely one of them. Let us witness the rise of a fishing god who achieved the pinnacle by fishing (cheating)!

The world ended.Zombies and monsters rose. Cities crumbled.And Merek? He woke up in the apocalypse with a job that lets him create armor for lingering souls—spirits without bodies, desperate for purpose.Turns out, the dead don’t rest easy. Some are angry. Some vengeful. Others? Just lost. When Merek binds them into steel warframes, they don’t just fight... they evolve.Now, he leads a legion of the undead—ghosts in armor, bound to him by oath and fate.Faction leaders call him mad. Warlords want him dead. And God? If He’s watching, He’s not talking.Merek was supposed to die with everyone else.Instead, he got a support type job no one’s heard of... and a shot at rewriting his pathetic Earth-life.In this world, only the fittest survive.And Merek? He’s got undeads in steel at his side.

Waking up, I discovered that I had become a cat with superpowers...

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]I yanked my wrist, trying to pull free, but his grip didn’t budge. “Let me go,” I cried, surprised by how weak I sounded but for goodness sake, this is an elementary school restroom hallway, meaning anyone might walk in at any moment.“No.” He leaned in, his breath warm against the side of my neck. My skin prickled as my toes curled, I hated how my body reacted without my permission. “You’re mine,” he whispered, “Every part of you, your fear, your silence, even that defiance you’re clinging to. It’s all mine. And I’m not about to let anyone else touch or have what belongs to me. Not the world, not even yourself.”****Kain Locke would never forget that face, the face of the man who smiled as he pulled the trigger, murdering his parents right in front of him. That moment scarred him for life, carving a hatred so deep it kept him alive.That man was Caspian Draeven, a ruthless Alpha who ruled the underworld with fear and bloodshed and as if that wasn't enough, he took Kain too, raising him in his empire of chaos.But Kain wasn’t broken as they expected him, rather, he was burning. Burning with hatred for the man who destroyed his world and he swear to get his revenge.However, Caspian wasn’t the only monster in the Draeven family. His son, Kael Draeven, was just as dangerous, cold, brutal, and utterly loyal to his father which makes Kain hated Kael just as much, if not more.For years, Kain planned his escape, waiting for the perfect moment so he can leave to prepare for his revenge.However when he finally ran, he thought he’d won his freedom. But the unexpected happens when Kael was sent to bring him back, and their confrontation took an unplanned turn. A single night left Kain with a secret he never saw coming and a bond he couldn’t forget, no matter how much he wanted to.But secrets have a way of coming to light, and Kain’s path will lead him straight back to the man he swore to hate forever.Because some bonds can’t be broken. Not even by revenge.