Death March kara Hajimaru Isekai Kyusoukyoku (WN) - Book 1 - 1-7. Open Air Bath, Objective and Sightseeing

In the King’s game, the [King]’s order is absolute and has the power to create rules. As the owner of a special physique, Gu Huai was selected by the system to participate in the game. “Win the game and become the [King], and you can obtain whatever it is you desire.”

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The first time they met, she broke into his room, ran into him who had just come out of the bath, calmly met his dangerous gaze, and flirted wantonly: “Handsome guy, he has a good figure~”

The second time we met, at a grand banquet, she was bright and flamboyant. After abusing someone with her front foot, she leaned towards him with her back foot, and asked obediently and softly: “I heard that I am your shield girlfriend, can brother help me with this tool?” Do yourself a favor~”

From then on, Master Qin’s family had a little goblin who was in control of heaven and earth, who would stir up fire in his heart every day.

Everyone said that the An family’s real daughter was inferior to the fake daughter in every way, she was a rustic old hat who grew up in the countryside, and she couldn’t even match the fake daughter’s hair.

As a result, together with the fake daughter, they were all slapped in the face, and their heart, liver, spleen and lungs were hurt everywhere.

The crowd also said that even if a real daughter is better than a fake daughter, she is still an abandoned daughter who has no power or power, and her father does not love her mother, and she is not worthy of Master Qin at all.

Little did they know that the awakened parents and the four elder brothers were humbly seeking the truth and returning home every day.

Until one day, the real daughter announced that she was going to retire from the world and go home to take care of her husband and teach her children.

Immediately, countless bigwigs standing at the top of the world cried and begged her to stay…

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Martin was a succubus who perished at the hands of the Sun God, struck down by a single divine arrow during the epic war between gods and demons. Meanwhile, Martin, a Ph.D. in literature and a seasoned movie enthusiast, lost his life in a car accident in August 2023. By some cosmic twist of fate, the souls of the two Martins converged within the chaotic currents of time and space, merging and eventually settling in the body of an eleven-year-old boy named Martin Myers, living in Los Angeles in 1996.A world without spiritual energy? Fortunately, as a succubus, I don’t need spiritual energy to cultivate; all I need is the essence of desire. Emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and excitement—are all desires. As long as these emotions are directed at me, they can become fuel for my growth. Alright, let’s see what reliable ways exist in this world to stir people’s emotions en masse. Hmm, becoming a writer—sounds promising; and music, that could work too; but wow, Hollywood movies! They have a global reach; this is perfect! What’s that term again? Right—“Idea Recycler.” I’ll start with writing, but the ultimate goal is to become an international movie star. Acting skills, you say? Don’t worry—I’m a succubus, after all!Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. All characters, settings, and plot elements belong to the original author and copyright holder. This work is shared purely for entertainment purposes, with no intent to infringe on the original creator’s rights.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”