In the opulent palace,
Oleg Elro sat upon the throne, quietly listening to the reports from below.
On the adjacent wall hung portraits of past kings.
Upon closer inspection, one might notice that while each king's attire differed, their faces bore an uncanny resemblance.
Yet, no one bothered to question why, despite the existence of magical and technological means to capture images, each ruler still commissioned painters for their portraits.
Oleg's face was neither youthful nor aged—he appeared to be in his forties, sporting a signature thick beard, his piercing eyes exuding an air of profound depth.
Many would find him familiar, for he was the very face engraved on the gold coins circulating among the human race...
"Your Majesty Oleg, the knights have returned. The Stark Family—all one hundred and seventy of them—have been completely eradicated."
Below, a minister knelt, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Forgive my bluntness, Your Majesty, but the Stark Family once rendered many military services to the crown. Your sudden decision may chill the loyalty of other families sworn to the royal house..."
"Oh?"
Oleg's brow twitched, and the minister immediately prostrated himself in fear.
Oleg spoke slowly, "You're not wrong... But once we reveal some of the vile deeds the Stark Family committed in secret, the public will condemn them, and the other families will quickly wipe the distaste from their faces."
"Your Majesty is wise."
Oleg waved his hand, and the ministers below withdrew.
The grand hall was left with only Oleg.
From the shadows behind a towering white pillar emerged a tall, crimson figure.
Oleg hastily descended from the throne and approached the figure with reverence. "Lord Dorian."
"You've done well." Dorian cast a dismissive glance at the king before him, then extracted a drop of blood from his fingertip.
Oleg's face lit with joy, his pupils tinged with red as he tremblingly extended his hands, received the blood, and swallowed it.
Few could imagine that the king of the Yalan Empire had become a thrall of the Blood Clan.
If this were made public, it would undoubtedly cause an uproar.
"How long have you sat upon this throne?" Dorian asked calmly.
"Two hundred years, my lord," Oleg replied respectfully.
Dorian's gaze shifted to the row of portraits on the wall—each one was, in truth, Oleg himself.
As a king... the pursuit of immortality was only natural.
To avoid suspicion, Oleg had passed the throne to his descendants generation after generation, only to reclaim it from them later.
"I never expected you to descend personally for such a trivial matter," Oleg said with an ingratiating smile.
Though he didn’t know how the Stark Family had offended the Blood Clan—nor dared he ask—he would spare no effort to fulfill their wishes.
After all, his life was in their hands.
"Trivial? Hardly. This was a task assigned by Lady Aina," Dorian shook his head. "It must be executed flawlessly."
"What? The True Ancestor herself?" Oleg's expression turned fervent. "Could it be... the True Ancestor has also—"
"Lady Aina would never deign to meet a lowly thrall like you," Dorian sneered. "Strictly speaking, you aren’t even a true Blood Clan—just a mongrel prolonging his life with our power."
"Yet I would offer everything to the True Ancestor... Just to see her once... If she would grant me the right to become one of the Blood Clan, I would do anything." Oleg's face was one of devotion.
Dorian studied him. "Frankly, I doubt Lady Aina would ever favor someone like you."
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"Did you hear? The Stark Family was wiped out!"
"What? That Stark Family?"
"Yes! The king himself passed judgment—the entire family was exterminated without a trace..."
Xia Lun overheard the students in front of him and instinctively turned to Aina beside him.
"What is it?" Aina smiled sweetly.
"The Stark Family was annihilated," Xia Lun said.
"Oh? So it seems," Aina covered her mouth in feigned surprise. "What a coincidence."
Xia Lun’s gaze remained fixed on her.
"What’s wrong, Xia Lun? Are you suspecting me?" Aina played with his hand nonchalantly. "I didn’t lift a finger—I’ve been right here with you."
"Did you have anything to do with this?" Xia Lun asked softly.
Aina’s eyes gleamed with amusement. "Want to know? Use the eyes I gave you. See if I’m lying."
"Aina, you said it yourself."
A blue glow swirled in Xia Lun’s pupils.
Then, he saw.
He saw last night’s passion—himself pressing greedily against Aina, claiming every inch of her skin.
Every detail, her trembling body, her lust-filled gaze, their perfect union—all replayed in his mind like a slideshow.
Xia Lun quickly averted his eyes, shutting them tight.
"Hah! Hahaha! Xia Lun, what’s this reaction? Are you blushing?" Aina giggled behind her hand before leaning in to whisper, "Did you like what you saw?"
"Aina!" Xia Lun’s ears burned. How could she show him such things?
"We’ve been married for years, yet you still get flustered over this... How adorable, my hero." Aina wasn’t done teasing. "Ah, I see. You’re the type who prefers action. After all, when it comes to the real thing, you’re nothing short of a relentless beast..."
Xia Lun pinched her chin. The Demon Queen knew she’d pushed far enough—if she kept this up, she might not be able to stop him tonight... even if she begged.
"It was me," Aina admitted freely. "I pulled some strings to give the Stark Family the ending they deserved."
Xia Lun took a deep breath. "Thank you."
"I thought you’d scold me."
"You did it for me. I have no right to blame you," Xia Lun shook his head. "And I should trust your judgment."
"Oh? I’m the Demon Queen, and you, the hero, would side with me?" Aina narrowed her eyes.
"Aina... You’re my wife." Xia Lun interlaced their fingers. "I’ll believe in you unconditionally."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
