MTL - Travelling Through the Beast World: Beautiful Men, Line Up! - Chapter 327 little fox is born

3000 years after his disappearance, Xue An had undergone cultivation and came back as an invincible fairy. But upon his return to Earth, he realised that he had a pair of twin daughters.

“Papa, this dragon doesn’t taste good!”

“Oh, this must be an ancestor-grade dragon that has lived for much too long. Its meat has become a little dry. Next time, we shall eat a young dragon within ten thousand years of age.”

Some dragon that had existed since the beginning of the universe was lying on the floor, trembling and shivering.

“Papa, between you and the other Immortal-emperor mannies, who is more powerful?”

Xue An smiled. There was not a single soul that could withstand even just one blow from him. If there was! That would at most be two!

“My dear daughters, I will make you girls the happiest princesses in this whole, wide world. No, in this whole universe! And it’s the two of you!”

Welcome to the universe of Spectre. Jace comes of age and joins the army like all others his age. In a militaristic society that is normal. But his high level of intelligence and hard work quickly make him invaluable. So invaluable that he becomes a center of conflicts as the galactic empires rise and fall, revolutions occur, and invaders arrive. Join Jace as he goes from an orphan from the slums to becoming Spectre. As he navigates his military life he also navigates passing relationships and long term... 'contracts'.The novel contains depictions of torture, bloodshed, and overall brutality. Sexual content is heavily suggested and will be depicted as well, but it will not be the focus of the novel.The book cover was generated using Adobe's AI art generation system.

The little transparent who suffered from the unspoken rules, the women’s clothing boss who fell out of his horse, the second generation ancestor of the dandy who was in the entertainment industry… Your task is to become them and reach the top of the entertainment industry.
Shi Qi: I understand the truth, but the problem is, Lao Tzu is a woman!
[Women disguised as men and mixed men’s groups] (End)
Those days and nights when women disguised themselves as men and mixed boy groups.
[Bending a straight steel male fan] (End)
The steel straight male fans who were tragically bent.
[The actor is a part-time demon hunter] (End)
Short stories.
[Infrastructure is only for the top stream] (End)
“Ha! It’s really hard for me to open up an entertainment business in the wildly growing Western Fantasy World.”
[The entertainment industry is all my cp]
Became a second-generation dandy who likes to fry cp and touch porcelain, and is boycotted by fans.
To be continued.

【Reading Guide】
1. Women disguised as men (emphasis) + happy style
2. Parallel time and space, this article has no cp, and the protagonist has no love line.
3. The characters have no original shape, and the logic serves the plot.

Content tags: entertainment circle fast wear women disguised as men cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shi Qi (Little Seventeen) ┃ Supporting roles: Mom fans, dad fans, girlfriend fans, straight men fans dismantle cp”
One-sentence introduction: women disguise themselves as men and become group pets in various worlds
Purpose: It is not terrible to fall into the bottom, because every step of the next effort is to the light.

- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”