Emperor of The Cosmos - Chapter 80 - The Emperor Wind Seal

【First angst, then sweetness (bittersweet struggle) + uncle and nephew rivalry + broken mirror reunited + strong take and win + mild coercion + breaking defenses for pursuit】Renee Winslow went to The Yates Family for the first time as the girlfriend of Jack Yates' nephew, Caleb Yates.Caleb Yates repeatedly warned: Third Uncle has a cold and ruthless personality and has injured his leg; he's very scary, so don't get close to him.Later, Renee Winslow was forced to enter the small building where Jack Yates was recovering.In the dim light, the man's face was darker than the sky, his long, bony fingers resting on the wheelchair, veins bulging on the back of his hand.That night he tightly held Renee Winslow's waist, kissed her fiercely as if he wanted to devour her, buried his face in her neck, and whispered hoarsely, “Break up with him, be with me.”Since then, they maintained a forbidden relationship unknown to others.After three years of entanglement, Renee Winslow used all her efforts to finally leave Jack Yates.Five years later, she returned to Northcity.Jack Yates buried his face in her neck again, his voice hoarse, “Renee Winslow, I let you go once before, but I can't let myself go. Will you come back?”

The rule had always been this way: the strong over the weak, the rich over the poor. Mark knew this, he'd even experienced it.After his boss fired him for discovering the affair with his girlfriend (who also worked at their small gaming company), Mark vowed never to be humiliated like that again. He wanted to rise above everyone, to become the world's top player, the one who made the rules and decided everyone's fate. But that was wishful thinking. He was just a heavyset, nerdy guy with some programming skills and a large appetite. What else did he have going for him?Hit hard by this reality, jobless and dumped, Mark withdrew into gaming, which also became his source of income. One day, after leaving a bad review for a game he played and streamed, he received a strange reply from the game's creator. Suddenly, Mark found himself transported to Aetherium, the world of that same game, as Magnus Lancaster, the young lord of a crumbling territory.Now, with this new beginning, he vowed never to be weak again, never to leave his fate in someone else's hands.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…