Fantasy System - Chapter 20: The reward

He’s the dream guy of women world wide, the CEO of a formidable mega-corporation. But, he’s absolutely powerless against her, resorting to all kinds of methods to force her into a marriage, tying her to his side with a certficiate.

[ OVERPOWERED MC ] || [ WORLD DOMINATION ]================================[ EXILE STRENGTH ACTIVATED.... ][ GAINING IMMORTALITY.... ]SUCCESS!!================================They exiled him to die. He'll rise to conquer.When Renji's mother is brutally murdered before his eyes, his world is shattered. But that was just the beginning. Dragged into the Land of Exile—a realm ruled by divine tyrants and taboo desires—Renji awakens in a world that wants him broken, bleeding, and begging for mercy.Too bad for them… Renji doesn't bow. He dominates.Armed with a sharp mind, unmatched charisma, and an unquenchable thirst for power (and pleasure), Renji carves his path through fallen kingdoms, cursed women, and wicked conspiracies. With Zach, a silver-haired half-devil and walking catastrophe at his side, Renji unravels the truth of his origin: the lost heir of the legendary Grand Order, born to rule, bred for war.As lust and blood mix in a world where every pleasure has a price and every beauty hides a dagger, Renji must decide—will he become the hero they need… or the villain they deserve?Warning: DTE is not for the faint of heart. Expect dark romance, forbidden power, deadly MILFs, and morally gray decisions wrapped in high-octane action and unapologetic smut. Reader discretion (and maybe a cold shower) is advised.[ TABOO || HAREM || MILFS || DARK AND FORBIDDEN ROMANCE || TWISTED FANTASIES ]

“No one looks at you. No one touches you. You’re a Whitehall now... And you’re mine.” Roman’s voice was a low, dangerous growl against her neck.She tilted her chin, meeting the predator in his eyes with her own cold fire. “I belong to no one, Roman, certainly not a beast in a jersey. If you want to claim me, you’ll have to do better than your father’s signature on a contract.”She spun her wheelchair to leave, but he was faster. His hand locked around her waist, dragging her back as his palm slammed against the wall beside her head.“Don’t you fucking dare me, Estelle.”—Estelle Rutledge was the Ice Queen of the Rutledge sports dynasty: national treasure, global brand, and the financial backbone of her family’s empire.Until one catastrophic crack on the ice shattered her career… and left her in a wheelchair.In the elite world of the one percent, a broken asset becomes a liability.With the Rutledge legacy collapsing under a mountain of debt, Estelle’s own mother did the unthinkable. She sold her daughter to the highest bidder, trading Estelle’s freedom for a check from Magnus Whitehall, the ruthless billionaire owner of a professional hockey empire.But Magnus didn’t buy Estelle for himself. He bought her to be his son’s leash.Roman Whitehall is the NHL’s most dangerous beast. A volatile heir with a scandal-soaked reputation and a temper that threatens the family’s billions. To the league’s board, he’s a loose cannon. To his father, he’s a problem that needs a wife to clean up his image.The command was simple: “Be the one thing he can’t avoid… or lose your legs.”Now Estelle is legally bound to a man who sees their marriage as a cage, and her as the bars holding him in. Roman believes she’s a fragile burden. Estelle thinks he’s a monster fueled by rage and secrets.But inside the Whitehall mansion, built on power, money, and lies, Estelle discovers a terrifying truth: she is not the first “Ice Queen” Magnus Whitehall has broken.Trapped in dynasty politics and a contract signed in blood, Estelle faces an impossible choice. Will she let the Whitehalls destroy what’s left of her… or join forces with the beast she hates most and burn their empire to the ground?Because even though she hates it, Roman Whitehall may be the only man who can help her stand again.Even if he has to break her first.

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.

The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.

There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.

There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.

There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.

What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.

Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.