After Turning Into A Little Skeleton, I Got Contracted By A Goddess - Chapter 189 - The War with the Beast Tide (1)

A 30 year-old construction foreman and company worker, Satou Tarou dies from an unexpected accident. However, he receives a cheat-like ability from a god-like existence which allows him to cast healing magic and the knowledge to produce potions.

Using his newfound powers within this new world, Tarou accumulates a surplus of wealth and changes his name to Tauro. Setting his sights on the pleasure quarters of this parallel universe, perhaps the beginning of a new legend is on the rise….

{NO SMUT}Noa lost his virginity to the Doom God and transmigrated into a game he had played for over ten years.Instead of being the protagonist, he found himself as an extra—a mere background character, fated to die before even making an appearance.To make matters worse, the game’s main character was also an extra who had read the novel about this world.However, Noa's power came after having sex with the Doom God, her blessing granting him 1,000 lives.And armed with 10 years of gaming experience, he was set on changing his future.Though Noa had 1,000 lives to spare, dying over and over had a price…The system was cruel, issuing his existence to every corner of Velrox and slapping a sweet bounty on his head.Suddenly, everyone in the world became interested in his identity, wanting him dead.With enemies on every side, Noa not only intended to screw up the plot, but he also had to survive the impending perils, as the world was set to be destroyed in five years…

What if life could be repeated?

But he became the clan uncle who was once called a lunatic?

Alas, wearing open-crotch pants in front of me, crawling on the ground, is it my two-year-old self?

I originally wanted to give my former self more New Year’s money, but I never thought that I would go from a braised pork stall to a food giant, from a small factory to an industrial empire.

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.