God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord - Chapter 112: ‎ - 113 – Cathedral of Unmaking (Mature Scene)

Lin Tianlong, 19 years old, a polytechnic school graduate. With mastery and control over electrical energy, he displays his unparalleled sagely medical skills, accepting the hearts of beauties on the side. Starting by helping his sister-in-law’s small clinic which was on the brink of closing down rise from the dead, he then proceeds to bring prosperity to a private hospital previously in a business slump. Socializing among the officials from the sectors of politics, commerce, law, literature, education, and health in Flame City, he’s drawn into the power struggle between the officials. Businesswomen, doctors, and nurses, attractive policewomen, teachers, pretty loli girls, charming married women, mature beauties – all of them fall to his clutches as he establishes his business empire and a harem of beautiful women.

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Jiang Zhinan met all kinds of heroines after crossing.
The heroines are all pitiful, either squatting in the corner to pick up garbage or being abused and bullied for a long time, those who hear them cry and those who see it are sad.
As outstanding young people in the 21st century, Jiang Zhinan is bound to turn the tide and change their fate.
So under her efforts, the heroines successfully took off their poor coats and gradually reached the pinnacle of their lives.
Jiang Zhinan nodded, hiding his merit and fame, but when he was about to retreat, he found that… he seemed to be unable to escape.
Hei Xinlian, who is ruthless and ruthless until she can achieve her goal, said: “Everything in the world can be lost, but I only know that Nanqianjin is difficult to exchange and cannot be lost.”
The ascetic singer who is hot on the outside and hot on the inside: “I’ll give you the money, keep your heart, hold my hand, and don’t run away.”
Miss Heihua, who has all of your hearts for you: “You can choose the medicine and spirit stone at will, the premise is… exchange it with you.”
…
Jiang Zhinan was not happy, but whenever she wanted to say no, something was always blocking her.
Jiang Zhinan: “Don’t…”
——Alipay arrives at xxxxx yuan
Jiang Zhinan: “I didn’t mean that, hurry up…”
–Miss! Somebody sent boxes of gold!
Jiang Zhinan: “I…”
——Miss Jiang? These private villas have been transferred to your name.
Jiang Zhinan: “…”
The big guy next to him turned his head, his eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was gentle: “Are you still rejecting it?”
Jiang Zhinan: “I’m afraid I’m afraid.”

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

A festive day, a week have the kingdom of Polestin celebrated for their victory with the crimson general leading their army.The soldiers who served have been guaranteed a spot inside a local bar of the capital city.Clank!“The Crimson General despite being a woman is a talented warrior! Three cheers for the general!”“That woman saved me when I needed it! All hail the general!”“She's like a sister to all the soldier! All hail our general!”Every warrior kept on drinking as the news reached them that the war with their neighboring kingdom was over, the ruler raised their white flag as they asked for mercy- being beneath the crimson general.“General! Come drink with us!”“...”The Crimson General, for how she got her name is because of her crimson hair that became the trademark of her legendary name already spreading across the many kingdoms.“I don't drink.” she denies the invitation her comrades and just sat down on the table watching the others enjoy themselves.“Enjoy, general! You might even find a man here that suits to your liking! You know... your type I think...! The general would love a soft-spoken man!”“...No.”“Hah! That's a shame! In any case I heard that you'll be receiving a reward for helping win the war!”“A reward... I wonder what could it be.”...The reward:“You can choose any of my children to marry you. I have the finest royal princes for you to choose. That is my reward.” The King motions to his left side showing his sons who smiles, sitting in their throne meeting her gaze..“Eh?”“My liege, forgive me but this is...”“Are my children not good enough for you? General, I applaud your accomplishment. Isn't marrying into the royal family a good enough reward for the general?” The King asked the general who swallowed the lump in her throat looking at the princes in display.“I choose-!”Everyone stopped and waiting for the girl to continue.“I choose the princess instead!”