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Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

[WPC DEC & JAN 2023 [Fantasy] WINNER!] -------------------- Discord link--https://discord.gg/9gxbPb6Gqb ------------------ In the middle of nowhere, where there was no beginning nor the end, a voice echoed, shaking the space a little. “NO!!! This was not why I died, I have to go back. Fu—.” Noah who was the god in a magical world dies at the hand of a weak mage, it seemed everything was under his control but he panicked when his plans seemed to have fallen apart because of the interference of an unknown entity. Reborn in the body of a 14 year old boy, Noah cursed his fate, he was in a completely different world where Qi is used instead of magical power. Noah did not lose hope and Used his trump card and something weird happened with it too. He looked at the fairy in front of him looking back without any emotions on her face. She gave him a mountain of gold while claiming. “Here take it all, because from now on, ‘I am your Sugar Mommy~’!” … Noah was speechless at her exclamation, his eyes resembled that of a dead person. ‘I The Mage god feared by all got a sugar mommy….’ ---------------------- Additional tags: Character Building, Smart mc, does not care about the beauty of a woman. Killing, new type of Face slapping(only used on special people), fast paced. ---------------------- Show your lovely Support if you like the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! Golden Ticket! Gift is the best way to boost my motivation

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Chapter 514: Captain? Unexpected Rewards!

"You did it, big brother~ or should I call you big leader~"

Behind the mask, Noah looked at the woman with a deadpan gaze as he could feel her rubbing herself against him. But he did not have to do anything to stop her; Ming Ming stopped herself only to tremble like a thin leaf.

Noah smiled warmly, knowing the reason for her reaction. He gently pushed himself up, supporting her as he did so, and looked around at the cheering crowd. The sound was deafening, but in a good way—it was the sound of victory, of recognition for their hard-fought battle.

"Thank you, Ming Ming," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "We did it together."

Ming Ming stopped trembling hearing his voice and grinned wildly to hide the look of fear in her eyes. 'What was that?'