Praise the Orc! - Chapter 2: The Creator’s Mistake (1)

“Crossing over to a fantasy world of magic and battle auras, Lei Luo accidentally crossed over to the Xiluo Magic Academy and became a librarian.

Mum ran away, dad’s crippled, and I’m about to be sold to a brothel.

Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you’ve taken from me, regurgitate it.

If you’ve seized what’s mine, return it.

All scumbags, clear off.

A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: “My lady, if you’re this fiery and domineering at night, your husband…”

Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: “My dear, come warm the bed~”

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Lu Zhen, celebrating his new job at a prestigious company as a computer programmer, got extremely drunk, and the next thing he knew, he had crossed over to the martial world.

Luckily for him, he had also obtained the unbelievable [Level up] system.

[You have overeaten.]

[You acquired the Gluttony skill.]

[You have slashed a saber 100,000 times.]

[Saber mastery has reached level 10. It is evolving into....]

[You have reached the limits of your body's potential.]

[Your constitution is evolving...]

[You have meditated.]

[You have acquired the Talent skill.]

While other cultivators faced countless difficulties, Lu Zhen only had to do fulfill certain condition to become stronger.

From that moment on, Lu Zhen's journey began as a Great Demon King destined to conquer all beings.

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”