Deities Are All Just My Food - Chapter 135 - 94: Drunken Fairy Fist, Great Divine Grace get√!_2

If Xiao Yan had never lost his Dou Qi initially.If Yao Lao had died within the Soul Ring due to severe injuries.If Xiao Yan happened to join the Hall of Souls by chance.If a butterfly flapped its wings and altered the course of fate, how would the gears turn?“.... Who are you?”“Hall of Souls, Xiao Yan!”--------------------Worlds: Battle Through the Heavens, The Great Ruler.Tags: Action, Adventure, Romance, Harem, Weak to Strong, Clever Protagonist.Minor Tags: Comedic Undertone, Pets, Reincarnation, Kingdom Building.No System / No Prior Knowledge of the World.

I seem to have reincarnated in the world of an r-rated romance fantasy novel. And not just as an ordinary character, but as the witch who loses her life to the crazy male lead!

Luckily there is a long 200 years until the main characters are born and grow into their roles.

Now that my life is not in imminent danger, shall we leisurely think of ways to avoid death?

However, I had not taken notice of a very important detail about the time I’d be spending ‘safe from imminent danger’. 200 years was by no means a short waiting period and by the time the younger version of the male lead appeared in front of me , I had completely forgotten the original novel’s plot!

Oh, whatever, now that it’s come to this, the only way to survive is to raise the male lead into a sane and stable adult! The first step to avoiding death by the hands of the tyrant male lead is changing this extremely frightened child’s life.

“It must be very inconvenient for you to have me suddenly show up on your doorstep, I’m sorry. You can tell me to go away, I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense. Do I look like someone who could be inconvenienced by a little boy like you? Also, what do you mean by you’ll be fine even if told to go away? It’s not like you have anywhere to go back to, kid.”

The little boy burst into tears.

‘Oh, this is so not it.’ Was what the witch thought to herself as the little boy sobbed

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

“The first rule of Duskwind Academy is not to look the Alphas in the eyes. I broke the first rule, and now, four of them want me… and everyone else wants me gone.”___________The werewolf world is crumbling. Power-hungry elites have ruled lawlessly for centuries, and now the packs are collapsing. To restore balance, the Moon Goddess begins choosing humans from across the globe and giving them the werewolf gift. These “Moon-Blessed” are her final hope.Heidi Remington is one of them.Unwanted, gifted, and dropped into the ruthless Pack, she’s taken in by the Delta’s family, only to be treated like a glorified servant for being human-born. She's enrolled in the Duskwind Pack Academy where the power games are even worse, and the Moon-Blessed are barely tolerated.Heidi just wants to survive her first day. But everything changes the moment she locks eyes with the four feared, admired, and untouchable Alpha heirs of Duskwind.They weren’t supposed to notice her. They definitely weren’t supposed to feel the bond. Now, with four possessive Alphas circling her and the entire academy out for blood, Moon becomes the center of a storm she never saw coming.And in Duskwind,storms don't pass… they destroy.