Developing My Little World - Chapter 9: Hyperborean Heartwyrm

(Warning: This novel has an r18 tag and contains mature content.)Adyr, once a notorious serial killer, met a brutal end and welcomed death as the final judgment for his sins.But he awoke in a parallel Earth, where the rich alter their genes and superhumans are the norm.Believing some unknown force had given him a second chance, Adyr buried the monster within and chose a quiet, normal life.For eighteen years, he lived in poverty with his family, suppressing his urges and forcing himself to be human.Until the day he entered a new VRMMORPG.A game that doesn’t just alter virtual stats but mutates real genes and pushes players toward evolution.And with every evolution, his bloodlust surfaced again, turning him back into the villain he once was.

The story of a human reincarnated as the Creator God of a new world, and her observation logs of the burgeoning new world and life.

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Dragons, which have existed since before the birth of human civilization, became the guardian dragons of the empire.

But whether you guys call me that or not, I’m going to sleep.

After a one-night stand, she faked her death and transformed into his flash-married ugly wife, while he didn't know that she was the woman from that night.Is the ugly wife really so unfashionable and greedy for food and lust? It's all an act. She's only trying to hide her real identity.They survived in the cracks of various schemes. When her hidden identities were exposed, the man's eyes were filled with coldness: “You pretended to be ugly and dumb, are you kidding me?”She smiled faintly: “Didn't you get any joy and pleasure from it?”He frowned: “You deceived me for my looks!”She held her forehead: “I can only blame you for being so good-looking!”He looked as if he wanted to swallow her whole: “I'm not someone to mess with.”She responded calmly: “It's getting late. Time to wash up and go to bed!”

When she left the capital city, she was fat, chubby and white in everybody’s eyes. When she returned to the capital city, she was perfect; a goddess in everybody’s eyes.

A reporter once asked her: What do you think is most important for a woman?

She simply smiled and answered: The most important thing is to be good to ourselves.

When a person has a crush, other than the person himself, no one will know.

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