Defiance of the Fall - Chapter 731: Minefield

Young Chen Xiang had a fateful encounter with a goddess & demoness and received their peerless heritage, divine pulses, ultimate martial arts, and transcendent alchemy techniques, which gave him an easy ride in his journey of cultivation.

When hungry, he refines some spirit pills to eat as snack, when lonely he flirts with the goddesses, when bored he teases those martial artists who came to beg for spirit pills, when tired he lets his beautiful wives massage him.

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Elias' world was destroyed right in front of his eyes. Only after his transmigration did he learn that there was nothing natural about its destruction.“Mother, I passed my Practical Exams! I was so lucky to get a weak world like Earth for my practicals! It only took a few months!”The person who destroyed his world was the eldest son of the family he was transmigrated to, the Ashborns.He could never forget his sister's cries when she suffered and eventually died from the virus that wreaked havoc in his world. And here he was, the person responsible, laughing.Elias wanted to repay the favor. He wanted to bring absolute ruination to these people. And for that, he had to play by their rules. He had to become the Architect of an Apocalypse…

**MASS RELEASE 10 CHAPTERS ON FIRST NOVEMBER** 2 CHAPTERS DAILY (NOVEMBER)Seraphina Vale grew up unwanted. An orphan passed from one home to another until she learned that happy endings were best found between pages, not in real life. By adulthood, she was a broke writer, living on instant noodles and failed manuscripts, clinging to dreams that never sold.Then her best friend mailed her a “souvenir” — a tiny glass bottle supposedly holding phoenix tears. She laughed, made a wish, and the next thing she knew… she woke up in another world.A world where dragons run corporations, fox spirits manage PR, and even gorgons hold seats in the boardroom.And her? She’s not even the heroine. Just a phoenix side character and worse, a defective one.As if being cannon fodder wasn’t bad enough, the System whispers her only way home: die.Easy to say, but impossible when phoenixes don’t stay dead. Every time she burns out, she rises again, trapped in the same cruel loop.Then there’s her boss… Lucian Drake, the Ice Dragon CEO with glacial eyes and a reputation as the perfect gentleman. In the original story, Lucian Drake was fated to betray her. His carefully planned affection was only a trap to draw out the real heroine.The system keeps warning her: 'don’t trust him, don’t fall for him.'But how can she not when he smiles like that, when his voice softens, when his smallest gestures feel too genuine to be scripted?So she lets herself believe, just a little… that maybe this story could change.Maybe this time, she could change her roles.But stories have rules. And when the truth surfaces, it cuts deep.She was never the one. Just a substitute. A pawn in his plan to lure the real heroine back.And yet, when everything falls apart, when the truth burns through their carefully built lies, Lucian is the one left chasing after the phoenix he broke.If Seraphina wants to escape, she’ll have to survive office politics, respawn cycles, and a love that was never meant to be hers. Because even if the coldest dragon learns to love her too late... it might already be her turn to fly away.[Transmigration] [Fantasy Romance] [Enemies to Lovers] [Rebirth Loop] [Substitute Female Lead] [Cold CEO Dragon] [Phoenix FL] [Chasing Her Back] [Emotional Betrayal] [Second Male Lead Redemption] [Slow Burn]P/s : This story is written primarily in first-person (Seraphina’s POV) with occasional third-person scenes from Lucian’s perspective to show events outside her knowledge. Expect sarcasm, emotional chaos, and dragons with communication issues.

With an entwined fate, Ajab has to make a choice.But does fate belong in the hands of the Prince? Are the firmaments his for the splitting? Can he save his heart or dive head face into his death?Maybe sometimess doing nothing is our most vicious fight.At the end, the pen determines the way the ink flows, so who cares if it's death or fate, or even the firmaments, just leave it to the Author.