I Can Extract Divine Power - Chapter 89 - 85: Killing 5 Venerable Envoys, Empty Vegetable Plot

Changqing has always felt that she’s incomparable to Guan Ying in every aspect. Even though she is pretty and has a good family background, this world is nothing more than a world where Princes are more attracted to Cinderellas.

When I died in a highway robbery and was reborn as Draco Von Ashblade, a bastard son in a world where awakened talents determined fate, I thought my noble birth would finally give me an easy life. Instead, I spent sixteen years as a mana-less outcast in my own family's estate.But on what should have been another day of humiliation, I awakened an SSS-rank Dragon Lord talent, only to discover the truth: my mana core had been deliberately damaged when I was young.Someone had tried to destroy my potential before it could manifest.Now, with my Dragon Lord abilities and my beasts which all have SSS-rank hidden potential, I'll uncover who sabotaged me and evolve my contracted beasts to their hidden potential.This time, I won't just survive as the bastard son; I'll make the dragons rise again after they disappeared from this world and forge my own legacy.Additional Tags:#Gates.#Dungeons#KingdomBuilding

The world ended.Zombies and monsters rose. Cities crumbled.And Merek? He woke up in the apocalypse with a job that lets him create armor for lingering souls—spirits without bodies, desperate for purpose.Turns out, the dead don’t rest easy. Some are angry. Some vengeful. Others? Just lost. When Merek binds them into steel warframes, they don’t just fight... they evolve.Now, he leads a legion of the undead—ghosts in armor, bound to him by oath and fate.Faction leaders call him mad. Warlords want him dead. And God? If He’s watching, He’s not talking.Merek was supposed to die with everyone else.Instead, he got a support type job no one’s heard of... and a shot at rewriting his pathetic Earth-life.In this world, only the fittest survive.And Merek? He’s got undeads in steel at his side.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?