Wayfarer - Chapter 43: Help Me Out

When he woke up, Bruce found that he became an American agent.earning tens of thousands of dollars a month, enjoying all kinds of benefits, having the right and money, and having fun, but when he had not had time to be happy, Bruce found that he is actually in Marvel world.

Yes, that’s right, he is in the Marvel Parallel Universe. That Thanos snapping the fingers will kill half the people in the world.

Just when Bruce was desperate, suddenly get a super download system, can download other people’s abilities.

Download the top agent’s fighting skills.

Download Hulk’s invincible body.

Download Iron Man’s latest Mark Battle Armor and inventing ability.

Download Captain America’s Super Soldier Serum.

Download unlimited gems?

Download the udder of the black widow? …….

This is too shameless!

- Description from Novelupdates

Mr. Sun Hao, please introduce yourself briefly!

Hmm…how should I say it?

It should be said that among writers, I am the best at singing; among musicians, I am the best at acting; among actors, I am the best at directing; among directors, I am the most handsome…

As far as our appearance is concerned, it doesn’t matter if it’s Xiaogang Yimou Kaige in China or Cameron Spielberg in Hollywood, one word, it’s all instant kills!

Uh… Mr. Sun, let me remind you weakly, “Seckill” seems to be two words! ?

- Description from novelbuddy

Seratus tahun yang lalu, Ordo Cahaya mengalahkan Raja Kegelapan dan mendirikan pemerintahan yang mereka sebut era perdamaian.Namun, di balik senyum para penguasa Cahaya, tersimpan sistem yang menindas. Orang-orang yang dianggap “kotor” atau “berbeda” dimusnahkan atas nama kemurnian. Siapa pun yang mempertanyakan Ordo dituduh sebagai pemuja kegelapan dan dihukum mati.Namun, ada rumor yang mengatakan bahwa sisa-sisa kekuatan kegelapan perlahan-lahan bangkit. Seorang pemuda misterius bernama Kaelen, yang memiliki darah gelap, mulai mengumpulkan pengikut untuk menumbangkan tirani Cahaya. Mereka tidak bertarung untuk menghancurkan dunia, tetapi untuk mengembalikan keseimbangan dan mengungkap kebohongan Cahaya.

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.