I Am A Matchmaker on Taobao - Chapter 62:

At dawn.The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows...A lantern bearer strolled forward.

“I'm sorry, Kiara,” he began, his voice heavy with regret. “We regret to inform you that we can no longer administer these drugs to you.”I was dying. I was going to die.Kiara Williams was dying from Stomach Cancer. With only a few months to live, she could only stay at the hospital.Alone. Her annoying husband did not come and visit her, only her best friend, Jessica remained by her side. She could no longer pay the bills and was sent home.Arriving at her house she caught Jessica and her husband together in bed. In a fight, her husband pushed Kiara down the stairs.Kiara died.Or did she? She was reborn ten years back, but rather than being destroyed, she begged a strange man for a one night stand unless she may die again.

Read the first 10 chapter and you will like it..All of humanity—billions of souls—were forcibly transported into 《Global Lord》, a merciless game-world where each person becomes a Lord and must fight to survive. Most cried. Most begged. Most died.But Lucas Nightveil was different.A war mongrel with a thirst for carnage, Lucas thrived in blood and madness. While others struggled to build wooden huts and gather firewood, Lucas awakened the [Dark Crypt]—and with it, her.Selena Draculea, the Vampire Queen. Elegant. Overpowering. Sadistic. And above all—loyal only to her King.While the rest of the world was still learning how to train peasants, Lucas was already unleashing Death Knights, Blood Moon Archers, and Shadow Banshees from his evolving Lair. With Selena by his side, he painted the lands crimson with the blood of Lords, monsters, and gods alike.He didn’t want peace.He didn’t want justice.He only wanted war.“In the night, there is no mercy—only my will.”— Lucas NightveilAs his Night Empire rises, the world learns one eternal command:“Bow to the Vampire Queen. Or be devoured by her King.”

There were women approaching me, who had decided to die.