Black Bellied President Dotes on Wife - Chapter 1283

IntroductionQiankun Wenqing Valley: After Tang San successfully defeated the God of Destruction, he planned to take action himself and begin taming Huo Yuhao...Suddenly, a mysterious black hole appeared, sucking all the creatures from the Douluo Continent and the God Realm into the plane cracks!Then, a comparison live broadcast appeared, revealing the vastly different lives of two Huo Yuhaos!Huo Yuhao in the Original World: As a child, he was bullied by the Duchess and Dai Huabin. During his time at Shrek Academy, he was deceived and manipulated. Even though he had a girlfriend, he could only look at her but never touch her! His surname was even changed in the finale! Controlled by Tang San like a mere pet, his life was nothing but tragedy.Huo Yuhao in the Parallel World: From a young age, he took control of his own fate—beheading the Duchess, defeating Dai Huabin, and escaping the Duke’s palace with his mother! He saw through the corruption of Shrek Academy in time and led everyone to flee together. As an adult, he took revenge personally, killing the scumbag Duke White Tiger! He destroyed the seal Tang San had placed on Wang Donger’s body, allowing her to give birth to a child, and when Tang San came to settle the score, he cut him to pieces...Original Timeline Huo Yuhao: “After comparing myself with him, I finally realize what a failure my life has been. I want to be like him. I refuse to be a coward any longer! Tang San, die!”Disclaimer: This is translation

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I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it.Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape.“You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please,” I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart.He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas.“Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing.”Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me.“You're my alpha, where else would I be?” he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise.My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go.General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.