I have a bunch of players on Earth - Chapter 273

“Dear, it's time for your medicine!”The beautiful and pure Holy Daughter brought over the medicine for treating his wounds.On this day, he saw betrayal with his own eyes and experienced despair with his soul...From this day forth, the Hero was dead, send paper offerings if you must!

The youngest A-rank adventurer, child prodigy Kaizer, finds three babies who were the only survivor of a destroyed village. Then he decided to give up his job as an adventurer and raise them. Over time, the girls grow brightly and show exceptional talents in fencing, magic and management. However, these girls also seem to love their father, Kaiser!

[Mature Content | R-18+]“You deserve to die.”“How lowly of you to think you could ever belong with us.”“A slut like you could never be my Luna.”Amelia Everleigh was mocked for existing, condemned for loving, and betrayed for her loyalty.Born a prodigy in the prestigious Healers’ family of the West, she gave up diamonds for stones, power for love—and it destroyed her. Her healing formations could mend any wound but the one carved deep in her heart.She died unloved, discarded, broken.But the heavens heard her final vow: revenge.Now reborn just days before her marriage, Amelia refuses to be a pawn again. She’ll rewrite fate—even if it means stepping into the darkness.But fate isn’t so easy to tame.This time, two powerful men stand in her way—and in her heart. The Alpha King who once died for her... and the mysterious stranger who claims her soul. On her eighteenth birthday, both stake their claim—and neither is willing to let go.---“You swore loyalty. Prove it—with your love, and your body.”—The Alpha King, before crashing his lips against her throat and pushing her onto the bed.“You saved my life. Now this body is yours. And I take care of what’s mine.”—The mysterious man, as he seals his promise with a possessive kiss.---Torn between loyalty and desire, past and present, Amelia must decide:Will she choose one of them, or will the truth lurking beneath their devotion shatter her all over again?

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”