MTL - My Choices Became Real - Chapter 185 Tang Ying and Yi Ke Ni

In a future city intertwined with science, magic, and various races, a fearsome villain lives.“How dare you try to use such a young child. Do you have no conscience?”“It’s truly regrettable. To think that this girl could be the key to eradicating a den of evil.”“You can rest easy now. We will definitely protect you.”Sorry, but I’m actually that villain…It seems like a serious misunderstanding.

What happens if a 21-year-old who was looked down upon, bullied, and tortured even by his own family since a small age and in the end, left to die...gets power? Power to change his and even others' reality?

Beaten, tortured, and cast aside by his own family, Luke finds himself sold for his organs at the end of his life.

However, that was not his end, as the mysterious encounter he had two years prior to his death awakened something in him.

Yes, it was a system. A reality system!

Watch “Arkhen” as he turns into a Tyrant after rebirth and change his and others' reality!

Revenge? Check.

Op powers? Check.

PP size? Check.

Dominating MC, who follows his desire like a tyrant and grows? CHECK!

Li Jing passed through, into a modern world where all the people cultivated immortals.

Everything here has to rely on the aura of self-cultivation to motivate.

With no relatives, no money in his pocket, and no understanding of how to practice, life is struggling.

Until Li Jing walked into a chicken shop and found that he could see the blood bars of the chickens…

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.