Dear Commander-in-Chief - Chapter 742 - She Smiled Brightly

I am Uchiha Shirou! I represent all bloodline families in the Shinobi World. This is a world that values the power of bloodlines!Under the true Will of Fire, the rise of Konoha has brought about an unprecedented revolution in the entire Shinobi World!Studying medicine won’t save the Shinobi World!This is the story of my struggle!

Alex used to be a scientist in his previous life, infamous for doing questionable biological research; now he's the prince of a nation and a chosen 'Saint' of the God of Wisdom.Despite being a 'saint,' he's a top-tier schemer and a conspiracy master who considers his goals and ambitions above everyone and everything else in the world.“Power, connections, intelligence, and money... That's all that matters in this world; those who have them are supreme!” - Alex 'The All-Knowing Saint'What will happen if such a villainous person is thrown into this new world as a supposedly benevolent and kind 'saint'? Let's find out...(NO-HAREM, SCHEMER MC, TACTICS, AND STRATEGY!)

Shen Gu, an ordinary university student who discovers that he is a “spare tire” in his social circle.With the help of a system, he gradually rises to the top of life!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?