MTL - Restart Spain - Chapter 106 developments

What do you do when you're a loser who is suddenly called the saviour of the world!? You use it as an opportunity to take charge of your own life while picking up cute girls along the way!

Han Luo is just that kind of person, a perverted loser who is suddenly told he is the saviour of the world.

“what do you mean I'm the only one!? cant you see I'm a loser!?”

“If you want to kill me then you are going to have to work for it! My life isn't that cheap!”

Join Han Luo on his journey through the post-apocalypse!

[P.S. This is tagged Overpowered because I always wanted to create someone unbelievably strong. So Han is going to become one of the damn strongest people on this entire site - not just this story. But a good story needs growth, not just a quick power dump, so he'll be a bit pitiful at first, around chapters 1-15. So please bear with me till he gets back from his first time skip. After then, you'll be in for the ride of your lives]

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Worked on it, so it's all good now.

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In the Comprehensive Martial Arts Continent, five great empires vie for supremacy!In the jianghu, Land Immortals reign supreme, their power overshadowing all living beings.However, when Bai Chen descends upon this world, everything changes, and the entire narrative takes an unprecedented turn!Feilu reminds readers: This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real individuals or events is purely coincidental. Please do not attempt to imitate.

Greg watched his world come to an end under the hands of the enemies supported by his fellow species. while blaming himself for not starting the game early or not investing into, or for awakening a trash talent he close his eyes and embraced dead but that was not the end of his story as he regressed to ten years prior to the unfortunate event. with knowledge of the future and determination he buys a gaming helmet and plunged into the game- Apocalypse that signalled the start of something more. with his knowledge of the future, his skills that made him shine even with his trashy talent and the awakening of an ex rank talent, 100% Dodge rate that makes attacking him impossible, read Greg's revenge and rise to the top protecting those he cares about while punishing his enemies

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.