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 Instead of breeding, Manling Victor had adopted a full litter of new minions.
 And already they proved useful. “Master Vainqueur, Master Vainqueur!” Yellow, the kobold with the best nose, pointed a claw at a bush, the dragon smelling a Scorcher manling hiding there. “I found another!”
 Vainqueur let out a roar, raising the giant axe Ogron the one-eyed ogre had kindly given him…
 Or rather, struggling, as he couldn’t keep the axe properly aligned even while wielding it with all his clawed fingers. How did the manlings do it?
 Like a rabbit, the manling ran out of the bushes, only for Black, the biggest of the new recruits, to chase after him with a spear. Vainqueur followed, causing trees to fall as he moved through the woods; he constantly struggled against the urge to run back on all four, as a good dragon should.
 How did that cyclops do it? Raise the axe up, and then down.
 Vainqueur tried, the upward swing sending a pine tree flying, and he struggled to aim right at the escaping food-in-waiting. “Minion!” Vainqueur shouted. “MINION!”
 “Yes, yes, I’m here!” Manling Victor emerged from the woods with his dagger toothpicks, barring the escaping prey’s way and forcing it to flee in another direction.
 “This axe is not working!”
 “Just swing it down when we have him immobilized! And remember, you meet the class criteria, but you have to impress your fans with a melee weapon strike, Your Majesty! Kill him with style, or you won’t access the new class!”
 Style? Like a crushing display of superiority? “Dear mammals,” Vainqueur asked Dead Manling Running. “Do you know what dragons call pain?”
 Kobold Red jumped from a bush, trapping the prey and forcing him to stop running. The mammal briefly turned his head behind, crying at the sight of Vainqueur’s majesty.
 “A birth defect!”
 And then Vainqueur swept the scorcher with the axe, smashing him into a crater of blood and broken bones.
 “Argh!” The aftershock sent his entrails splatter on Red’s face, the poor kobold having to remove brain matter off his eyes. “I have human blood in my eyes!”
 “Vainqueur, best dragon!” Black and Yellow cheered him up, as expected. “Vainqueur, best dragon!”
 By impressing a crowd of fans with your weapon prowess and moxie, you gained a level in the [Gladiator] Class! You gained the [Arena Warrior] Perk!
 +30 HP, +2 STR, +1 VIT, +1 SKI, +1 CHA, +1 LCK!
 [Arena Warrior]: instantly gain medium proficiency in all melee weapons.]
 “Ouch,” minion Victor said. “Ouch, that joke hurt.”
 “Joke?” Vainqueur asked, finding the axe suddenly light in his hand. He played with it, but he still had troubles wielding the weapon without his claws getting in the way. His hands were made to run on all four or rip the prey to shreds, not carry a bladed stick!
 “Wait, dragons really consider pain a birth defect?” his chief of staff asked him.
 “Why, yes, only lesser beings feel it,” Vainqueur replied plainly, before standing proud. “But not as much as I felt this new Gladiator class!”
 “Vainqueur, best dragon!” Red added, late to the party. “Your Majesty is the greatest in the world!”
 “Yes, yes, thank you,” Vainqueur replied, pleased, “Still, Minion Victor, do I still need to use the axe to gain levels in that class? I find it impractical.”
 “No, just to impress fans with your battle prowesses.”
 Vainqueur gave the stick one last chance, grabbing the axe with his mouth and swinging it this way. “Hosh do I loosh?” he asked, trying to adopt a dominant pose, only to hit a tree with the back of the blade and nearly lose equilibrium.
 The minions exchanged glances, too aware of their master’s sensitivity to speak their mind. Obviously, he should stick to his dragon weapons.
 He was too good for manling weapons anyway.
 “Your axe sticks suck,” Vainqueur said, as he spat out the weapon, which landed in the bushes nearby with a loud crash. “Now, Minion Victor, I keep slaughtering these Scorcher ruffians and yet [Old Money] does not activate with your kind.”
 “Yeah, I guess it is to prevent nobles from slaughtering their peasants for items. It should work with monsters though.”
 Vainqueur glanced at the kobolds with greed, before deciding no good dragon slaughtered their minions for items. For treachery and theft, always, but good, loyal minions were too valuable to get rid of casually.
 The world already abounded with victims.
 “At least he had some standard loot on him,” Victor said, as he inspected the remains. “Iron daggers, and nice boots.”
 “Not good enough for my hoard,” Vainqueur replied. A good dragon had wealth standards. “Next!”
 “I don’t smell another,” Yellow said, smelling the air with his fellow kobolds. “Your Majesty got them all!”
 “Aw… “ Vainqueur sighed in disappointment. “So no more levels and no gold today?”
 “We can always sell his belongings,” Victor suggested. “I know you don’t want to become a Merchant, but we don’t need a class to sell these items. I could even use the gains to invest in better stuff.”
 “Invest?” Vainqueur didn’t know the word.
 “Yeah, you give away some gold in exchange for something else with more value.”
 Vainqueur’s brain stopped working. “Giving away gold.”
 “Your Majesty,” Victor cleared his throat. “For something else which has more value.”
 “Giving away gold,” Vainqueur repeated, his noble mind unable to progress past that line.
 “Yes, but you gain more afterward, so you don’t really give it away. It’s a disguised loan.”
 “Giving away gold,” Vainqueur repeated these cursed words for the third time. “Manling Victor are you well? Are you sick? I did not know the lack of breeding could have such dangerous effects on your mental health.”
 The minion finally understood he had gone too far into sin. “Your Majesty cannot even imagine it.”
 “What kind of sane mind would?” Vainqueur retorted, before shuddering at the mere word. “Giving.”
 “Yes, I suddenly realize that may have been too much for Your Majesty.”
 “Master Vainqueur, the chief of staff only tried to help you,” Yellow pleaded. “Please forgive him.”
 “Buttkisser, buttkisser!” Black taunted his fellow, Red punching both of them in the shoulders. “Ouch!”
 “No argument before the chief of staff!” Red said. “Remember protocol!”
 “The protocol?” Manling Victor asked.
 “The minion protocol,” Vainqueur clarified, before realizing he never drilled his chief of staff on proper minion management.
 “The chief of staff is the highest echelon of the minion pecking order, the ultimate honor a monster lord can bestow!” tiny Red explained to manling Victor. “It is the ultimate minion killing machine, the most ferocious enforcer of the most dreaded of masters! Fifty percent strength, fifty percent cunning, two hundred percent loyalty!”
 “Now you’re exaggerating on that last bit…” manling Victor replied with his trademark humility.
 “You underestimate your importance in the food chain,” Vainqueur cheered him up, “You are only beneath me in the preciousness hierarchy. You are even above princesses!”
 “Nice to hear Your Majesty values me between himself and pretty faces,” the minion thanked his generous master.
 “Of course, princesses are precious, but you are almost an honorary part of my hoard, manling Victor. If we are to starve, we will make a sacrifice and eat the minions together.”
 “Your Majesty, I understood your first sentence, but you lost me with the second.”
 “The preciousness rating also represents your place in the food chain,” Vainqueur taught him. “Each member of the chain can eat those below if they are hungry. If you and I are hungry without food available, we can eat minions as emergency rations.”
 “It would be an honor to feed Your Majesty!” small Yellow said.
 “Wait, wait,” manling Victor panicked. “Does that mean you count me as a potential meal?”
 “Not unless we have no food or minions available,” Vainqueur reassured him. “That will never happen. The world is full of dragon food.”
 Manling Victor probably understood he should focus more on recruitment from now on. He knew his previous chief of staff had hired a lot of goblins after they had that conversation. Minion Ressource was a full-time, difficult job, after all.
 Speaking of minion management… “Where are the sweet Pink and Blue?” Vainqueur asked, having grown slightly paranoid since his last goblins abandoned him in his sleep.
 “I sent them to deal with the local blacksmith on my behalf,” Victor said. “I think the Scorchers aren’t at Haudemer to flee the country. Or at least, not only. I believe they are looking for something, and so I want to be prepared.”
 “Something? Is it a treasure?”
 “I dunno… maybe?”
 “If it is not good for my hoard, it is good for nothing. Manling, explain.”
 “Haudemer’s region is south of Euskal and north of the city of Rochefronde, which is held by crusaders but besieged by the Ishfanian and summoned fiends. By torching the countryside, the Scorchers cut the supply lines between Euskal and Rochefrond. Do you follow me so far?”
 As it always happened with too many uninteresting words, Vainqueur zoned out, pretending to politely listen to what his minion had to say. “Interesting,” the dragon lied.
 “Blah blah… no strategic value… Brandon Maure… scorcher scorched… blah bla…”
 “Interesting.”
 “-And Your Majesty is really listening?”
 “Interesting,” the dragon repeated.
 “Interesting,” Red the Kobold and his fellows nodded in agreement, before clenching his tiny fist. “The chief of staff trusted us with such an important mission, we will not fail him!”
 “See?” Vainqueur said, “Minions solve every problem, when you raise them right. As expected from my prized chief of staff.”
 “One day too, I will be chief of staff,” Black said.
 “Me first!” Red butted head with his fellow, Vainqueur so proud of them fighting for the job already.
 That would keep Victor sharp. He could already see the seeds of spirited competition germinate in the sharp glint of his treasured minion’s eyes. That fear of losing one’s position to an underling, Vainqueur found it so entertaining.
 “Your Majesty.”
 “Yes, Minion Victor?”
 “I earned a Perk which makes it possible for me to learn monsters’ Perks, either if they teach me or if I experience them.”
 “Ah, so if I try incinerating you, you will breathe fire too?” Vainqueur asked, curious. “Is that what you want?”
 The minion looked up at his beloved dragon master and the smoke coming out of his nostrils, then paled. “You know, Your Majesty, on second thought, I may have been too hasty,” he said. “Let’s forget we ever had this conversation.”
 “Your loss,” Vainqueur shrugged. Why would anybody not want to breathe fire? “Maybe one day, should you prove the best chief of staff I ever had, I will teach you the ultimate technique of dragonfire breathing. It is the perfect weapon to kill manlings.”
 There, that should motivate him to work hard for Vainqueur’s personal gain.
 “I would rather avoid killing people myself,” minion Victor declared. “If I kill a fellow human, I will meet all the criteria for a specific class, and probably level up in it. I don’t want to.”
 “Oh? Which class?” Maybe it could apply to Vainqueur.
 “Assassin. I really wouldn’t feel proud of this one, even if the Scorchers are assholes who deserve to die.”
 “Minion, I have eaten enough of your kind to get sick of it, and I never received a level in that class,” Vainqueur pointed out.
 “I never did either!” Black complained.
 “When did you ever kill a human?” Red asked.
 “In my heart…”
 “You need to fulfill a few more criteria,” Victor shrugged. “And you need to kill members of your own species willingly, which I doubt you have yet.”
 “Well, minion, it’s not as if you will need to defend me from your puny kind. Stick to my class planning and I will take care of the food.”
 “Your generosity truly knows no bounds, Your Majesty.”
 “I know,” Vainqueur said, feeling on a goodness spree. “About this ruffian’s belongings, Minion Victor, you are now—”
 “Your treasurer and hoard manager?”
 “Never!” Vainqueur roared, taking the manling aback as his golden eyes shone with wrath. “No touching my hoard!”
 The kobold minions cowered behind their chief of staff, who had lost all the color on his skin. By now, Vainqueur had guessed manlings reacted this way when reminded of dragon superiority.
 The greatest calamity of this age calmed himself. “No, manling Victor. I said yesterday selling is a minion’s work, and that is exactly what you and the kobolds are going to do.”
 “So you want me to open a shop away from the frontlines?” Victor asked, slightly more enthusiastic than Vainqueur had expected.
 “You already have the name,” Vainqueur said, “V&amp;V! That way, we get rid of the junk not shiny enough for my hoard, except gold and jewels, which are!”
 “Your attempt to corner the value chain is truly brilliant, Your Majesty,” the obsequious Manling Victor congratulated him.
 “And, and, to keep you motivated, I will allow you to keep one,” Vainqueur raised a claw once he had the minions’ full attention, “One-tenth of the profits you will earn!”
 “We… we are going to be paid?” Yellow almost had tears in his eyes. “Paid…”
 “Indeed, you are way more generous than the King himself,” said Victor.
 The mere mention of this ruffian angered the dragon. “I swear to you, manling Victor,” Vainqueur declared, “V&amp;V shall never pay taxes to this criminal, ever.”
 “I will send royal constables to you, Your Majesty. I am sure they will agree to a tax exemption.”
 “No giving away money,” Vainqueur insisted, shuddering at the words. “No investing. The glorious name of V&amp;V cannot be associated with this madness. Also, sell the corpses. I am sick of eating manlings all the time.”
 "Selling corpses, Your Majesty?"
 "Doesn't your kind hunt monsters to collect their corpses and sell their parts?" Vainqueur had seen many would-be 'dragonslayers' - he sneered inwardly at the word - wield weapons and items made of other creatures.
 "Well, yes, but monster parts. Adventurers don't harvest bandit corpses."
 "Then what do you do with them?"
 Victor scratched the back of his tiny head. "We just leave them laying around for animals to eat..."
 "No more giving, minion. You will now find a way to make money out of this waste of skin."
 While Vainqueur removed some meat in between his fangs with his claw, Victor kept nodding to himself in short succession. Vainqueur wondered if he had broken his neck. “So Your Majesty wants me to open a shop where I sell junk and monster parts and corpses. Wonderful. Anything else?”
 “This is a lot of work, but you are my chief of staff,” Vainqueur reassured him, “You will find the time in between preparing my class progression and training the Kobolds in those you deem appropriate.”
 Manling Victor said no word, as he struggled under the weight of his duties. “Teach classes to the kobolds…”
 “You fail to grasp my grandiose vision for V&amp;V, Minion Victor. An adventurer party of minions, trained from the egg and working to the death to fulfill quests; shopkeepers selling junk and meat in every single one of your backward villages, filling chests with gold. Everyone working together to build the greatest hoard that shall ever be! A mountain of gold which will make your tallest castle crumble in shame at its shiny glory!”
 Vainqueur narrowed his head, so his silent minions could see the fire in his eyes.
 “My hoard!”
 Victor made a strange smile, which Vainqueur assumed as one of absolute joy.
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 Vainqueur Knightsbane is your average dragon: a giant, fire-breathing lizard who loves to take naps on his golden hoard, kidnap princesses for fun, and make the life of adventurers miserable. Vainqueur's only pleasure in life is to watch his treasure get bigger, one coin at a time.
 So when a would-be thief turned unwilling minion tells him about "classes," "levels," and "quests," Vainqueur wonders if maybe, just maybe, he should consider a career change.
 After all, why bother hunting monsters for free when you can get paid for it?
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 Lin Qi traveled through various worlds and found that his children were the stepping stones for the relationship/career of the male and female protagonists, and they couldn’t be more miserable. 
 What else can they do to be a father, of course, to save their lives, and from then on to the pinnacle of life.
 Tentative world: 
 【If you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather (chronological text)】√ 
 【The green tea girlfriend who fell in love with his wife】√ 
 【The wife is the demon of helping the younger brother, and the son is the mother and the boy】√ 
 [Bring the whole family for the nephew to take the imperial examination (ancient)] √ 
 [My own daughter was kidnapped and found, but I treat my adopted daughter as a treasure] √ 
 [The son is the affectionate male second, the daughter is the vicious female partner] √ 
 【Marry another wife after amnesia (ancient)】√ 
 【Those gnawing elders in my family】√ 
 [The Virgin’s Daughter who gave everything for the scumbag in the bitter drama (Republic of China)] √ 
 【The child’s mother is the real daughter of true and false daughters】√ 
 【Xidang Daddy’s honest person becomes a green tea expert in seconds】√ 
 【The 18-line scum dad who squeezes child stars】√ 
 【The all-powerful dad in the zombie world】√ 
 【The counterattack of the home cook】√ 
 【The son of the scumbag in the love between master and apprentice】√ 
 [Bad father who squeezed the first child for the second child] √ 
 【The son of the richest man is a love brain】√ 
 【I am the father of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight children (ancient)】√ 
 [The eldest daughter was urged to marry, the younger daughter was born] √ 
 【The lost son is in front of you】√ 
 [The family has a throne to be inherited (ancient)] √ 
 [The male protagonist’s confidante… fiance male supporting role in the counterattack slap in the face] √ 
 【Extras】√
 Content tags: Time-traveling system Fast-wearing Shuangwen 
 Search keyword: Protagonist: Lin Qi ┃ Supporting role: Recommended serialization new article: “Scumbag Online Collapse Story [Quick Pass]” 
 One sentence introduction: One day is a father, life is a father. 
 Purpose: save children and create a better life~
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 Three years ago, Yun Qing Yan fell into the Immortal Realm from the mortal realm. Three thousand years later, he became Divine Emperor Yun who shook the entire Immoral Realm. Breaking through the void and returning back to the mortal realm, Yun Qing Yan discovered that only three years’ time had passed here. “In the past, I did not possess the power to protect the people I hold dear. Now, I want the entire world to grovel at my feet.”
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 This world is Heaven.
 Because this world has everything you dream of, everything you wish for.
 This world is Hell.
 Because everyone in this world are parts of a never-ending massacre.
 Are you fighting to survive, or fighting to come home?
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 As a software engineer, Nangong Yan traveled to the parallel world after blasting his liver… 
 Nangong Yan: “What kind of ghost system is this?! There is no system wizard, so I have to study it all by myself!” 
 Boom! Boom~! 
 Nangong Yan: “I’m going now!” 
 … 
 Nangong Yan: “Speaking of which, you should not have a system wizard?! How do I feel that you are taunting me!!” 
 Looking at the “Floor Language Lv6” on the skill panel, Nangong Yan roared… 
 Has been integrated into the world: 
 – Eromanga Sensei 
 – My Roommate Is a Cat 
 – Saekano: How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend 
 – The Pet Girl of Sakurasou 
 – Love Live! School Idol Festival 
 – We Never Learn 
 – Oreimo 
 – A Sister’s All You Need 
 – K-On! 
 – Miss Huiye wants me to confess 
 – Wataten!: An Angel Flew Down to Me 
 – New Game! 
 – The Comic Artist and His Assistants 
 – Comic Girls 
 – Let Me Eat Your Pancreas 
 – The Quintessential Quintuplets 
 – Is the Order a Rabbit? 
 – Gabriel DropOut 
 – Kakushigoto 
 – SHIROBAKO 
 – Your Lie in April 
 – White Album 
 – To Love Ru 
 – Sword Art Online 
 – Love, Chunibyo &amp; Other Delusions 
 Have been to another world: 
 – World of Warcraft 
 – MapleStory 
 – Pokémon 
 – Marvel 
 – KonoSuba: God’s Blessing on this Wonderful World! 
 – Type-Moon 
 – Puella Magi Madoka Magica 
 Other worlds I haven’t been to yet: 
 – Dungeon Fighter Online 
 – Problem Children are Coming from Another World, aren’t they? (Mondaiji) 
 – Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle
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 The once greatest Saint underneath the heavens has been reborn after one hundred years. He cultivates with mighty skills, and he fights to once again reach the top of the world!
 Don’t compete with me when it comes to concocting pills, 100% effectiveness means nothing to me.
 Don’t compete with me when it comes to cultivation speed, I won’t be responsible when you die from embarrassment.
 Don’t compete with me when it comes to experience, as I’m an ancient ancestor.
 The existence of Jiang Chen is destined to ridicule thousands of geniuses……
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 Tang Sect, the most famous martial arts sect of all. By stealing its most secret teachings to fulfill his dreams, Tang San committed an unforgivable crime. With his ambition attained, he hands his legacy to the sect and throws himself from the fearsome “Hell’s Peak.”
 But he could have never imagined that this would reincarnate him in another world, one without magic, martial arts, and grudges. A land where only the mystical souls of battle lay.
 The continent of Douluo.
 How will Tang San survive in this unknown environment? With a new road to follow, a new legend begins…
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 Yang Yi was orphaned as a child. Foul play was ruled out by the authorities, but Yang Yi always suspected otherwise. Finally, once he was older, he met one of his father’s old friends who revealed the truth about his parents’ deaths. His father was an intelligence broker and had stumbled upon a mysterious, powerful independent spy organization. Both his parents’ were murdered to ensure the organization remained a secret.
 Since he was unable to forget why they died, due to his eidetic memory, the only way he could be at ease was to seek revenge. In order to fight against the mysterious organization, he would first have to train in the art of espionage. However, not even one of the national spy agencies was willing to accept Yang Yi into their ranks due to his father’s sensitive identity.
 Left to forge his own path into the field, he seeks out his father’s old allies for help. He learns how to be a spy in unexpected places while gathering the resources and allies necessary to form his own private spy organization.
 Follow Yang Yi in his quest for vengeance! Follow Yang Yi as he prepares for A War Between Spies!
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 Ye Feng wakes up in bed. He touches his face and mutters, “Didn’t I just die in an explosion?”
 Suddenly he feels a headache and new memories pop into his head. He knows at once he has been reincarnated.
 Before this, he was a vampire who had lived underground for decades. An explosion at an abandoned factory killed him but now he had a chance to relive his life.
 Now he doesn’t have to live in the dark anymore. But soon, he finds out that he can’t give up his desire for blood…
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 Li Yu transmigrated to a world of the cultivation and martial arts. He became the head disciple of a low-ranking sect.
 Coinciding with the decline of the righteous Path, demons rampaged across a chaotic world. He planned to train until he was invincible before leaving the mountain.
 However, when he was 17, the Heavenly Dao Rankings suddenly descended upon the world. Whoever made the rankings would receive the rewards of the Heavenly Dao. This shocked the world.
 What was even more shocking was that the person who placed first on the Hidden Dragon Rankings was Li Yu from an unknown sect!!!
 Overnight, Li Yu became famous all over the world.
 However, this was only the beginning. When the Divine Weapon Rankings, Blood Physique Rankings, Natural Oddities Rankings, Sons of Heaven Rankings, Sect Rankings and many more appeared one after another, the entire world was astonished!
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 Liu Rui’an, who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag for 90 years, came to Marvel inexplicably. Since then, in order to survive and find a way to go home, I have to rely on gold fingers that can cross other worlds and try to become stronger.
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 He has been abandoned by his clan.
 He has been considered waste from his childhood but he is a “Peerless Genius”.
 His father with the help of another person has sealed his Dantian to stop him exposing his exceptional talent but after his rebirth, he becomes the most dazzling star of the continent. However he faces crisis and difficulties as his Dao goes against the Heaven’s will.
 Overcoming everything, eventually he achieves the highest boundary “The God of War”.
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 “Sect Master, this year’s continent sect competition, our sect disciples won first place again!” 
 Chu Yuan, “Kick! All the disciples out. Kicked them out of the sect!!” 
 “Sect Master, we can’t kick anyone anymore! I was kicked out before. All of the disciples have established a holy land for cultivation, and if you kick anyone down, the holy land on the continent will be all occupied by our sect…” 
 Chu Yuan, “???” I really just want to teach and waste the disciple! ! Why are you all playing me!! 
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