Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me! - Chapter 24: Kaiser’s pragmatism

The rebel army leader swung his sword to my neck on the city tower, as I faced a dead end. Then, with a huge grin, he said to Tantai Jin, “Between your wife and Miss Ye, only one can live. Who are you going to pick?”The system cautiously looked at Ye Bingshang, who was crying, and said, “Master, he’ll pick you.”“Let Bingshang go,” Tantai Jin ordered without hesitation.“Uh oh,” said the system.“Uh oh,” I said.“Tantai Jin must know that your family is large and owns a lot of property,” the system remarked, reassuringly. “As a result, he must think that the secret guards will save you.”Tantai Jin thought similarly. So, on that day, in front of 300 thousand men, I smiled at him and jumped off the city tower, beneath his shattered gaze.I didn’t even leave a complete body behind for him.So, this is the ‘BE’ ending that I have chosen for Tantai Jin.As the new emperor, Tantai Jin’s hair turned white overnight in the first year of Jinghe. Then he turned into an insane devil that slaughtered the city, even beheading Ye Bingshang.And after Nirvana, I, who had already seen through these few years of hopeless love, returned to the immortal cultivation realm. Being a little fairy makes me happy too.Many years later, I’m claimed to be the white moonlight of a fallen divinity throughout the immortal cultivation realm.Tantai Jin had never sobbed in his entire life. No one had ever witnessed his frail state, even if his eye was gouged out and his meridian veins were cut.That was the day that everyone will remember for the rest of their lives. With blood and tears streaming down his cheeks like beads, he pleaded for mercy.

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic.Why isn't it in the fan-fics then?Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic.Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this.If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

Have you heard stories of love, love that would never waver for years, decades, centuries or even millenniums to come?But can you really call it love?To keep loving someone forever and ever can't be anything less than crazy, can it?This is one such story.A story of a crazy love.And it's also a story of ...Someone somewhere who wished to be saved.Someone somewhere who wished to be free.Someone somewhere who wished to be able to someday make a wish.It's a story that was supposed to be a fairytale but it turned too ugly, too twisted, and far too wretched to be called one.

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”“Oh!!!!”The audience erupted into thunderous applause.“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.The applause grew even more fervent...(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)