Grand Voyage : Surviving on a Ghost Ship - Chapter 7 - Monster Vending Machine

WARNING: FL is scheming and evil.

The world is in an age of change between the old and the new society, and the collision of politics, economy, thought and culture is becoming more and more violent.

Moster Verak, a photographer from the slums of Zward City, was reborn two months ago, starting from impersonating the son of a consortium again, stirring everything and subverting the world in the turmoil of rapid industrial development and wild expansion of ambition.

[Overhead world, please do not compare reality]

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“My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him.”Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her.But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale.For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares.When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken.Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged:☽ That night wasn't an accident☽ Her “defect” is actually a rare gift☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim herToo bad she's done being owned.***Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric.“You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?” His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. “You. Are. Mine.”A hot palm slid up my thigh. “No one else will ever touch you.”“You had ten years to claim me, Alpha.” I bared my teeth in a smile. “Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away.”

[DING!][MISSION: HELP YOUR STEP AUNT OVERCOME HER FRUSTRATIONS]“Wow, first mission, and I’m already hooked on this system. Whoever made it must be the purest, most wholesome soul on universe. ”[MISSION: ENTER HER BEDROOM]“Wait… why do I have to enter her bedroom? Oh, I see...I need to have a heart-to-heart talk with her first so I can figure out what her problems are. Okay, I get it, I get it.”[MISSION: HUG HER]“Yeah… for emotional support, right? right?”