Kingdom's Bloodline - Chapter 18: Father and King

The world spat on him because he betrayed humanity and took the side of darkness.His executioner was his best friend and his lover stood on one side, her eyes hollow and devoid of any sympathy.Every single one desired him to vanish.However, the moment his pitiful life came to an end he found himself getting summoned by a Goddess.Kneeling on the ground and requesting for his help,[For the last time, please wear the mantle of our champion again. This world needs you, Clarsen.]So she said.The world would be pushed under the darkness of death again, and this time there would be several chosen warriors there to save the world.Yet, despite all that, the eldest Goddess was begging for his support.“Fine, I will do it myself.”********Additional tags: Strong to stronger, ruthless MC, kingdom building, limitless mana, possessive characters, regressor, transmigrator, obsessive love.*********A/N:- Give the story a read until it goes through a time skip. I request you to pass the judgment after that.

Before leaving he lay on the hospital bed, with a faint light flashing in his eyes. He looked at the man on the screen with a cold expression but a sad look in his eyes. He laughed in a hoarse voice and said, “I’ve gone, and I’ve taken away the emotion imposed on you. After that… You’re free.”

Then, he closed his eyes, leaving a radiant legend for generations after.

However, he did not know that at the moment his hand dropped, the man who had been programmed by him for a lifetime looked stunned, and then like a madman wanted to break out.

However, the virtual him could only stand at the opposite end of the screen, collapsing as he roared….

After waking up, Bai Ruogu found himself reborn, he became an unimpressive third-rate star in the interstellar future.

He was going to live a day at a time until he turned on his smart bracelet and asked his system, “What’s your name?”

“Ah Miao.” The familiar voice made him pause.

“Which Miao?”

“Miao of Muse.” A mechanical, cold voice came from the bracelet.

(T/N: Muse in Chinese is written as: 缪斯 and Miao is the character: 缪)

Bai Ruogu froze: “Su Miao?”

The bracelet flickered and emitted a flash of light for a moment, and the entire interstellar’s artificial intelligence all collapsed……

……

The reborn Bai Ruogu seemed as though he had cheats turned on.

Faced with black material –

Other stars: Forget it, put up with it.

Bai Ruogu: Before he could say anything, his boyfriend had already followed the net to find the rumor monger and hunted down the evidence to send a lawyer’s letter.

Faced with a black fan siege –

Other stars: Collapse overwhelmed.

Bai Ruogu: His boyfriend opened millions of accounts to go against the black powder online. He tore them apart for three days and three nights until they fell to the ground and frothed on the spot.

Faced with fan CP –

Other stars: see if the other party is popular. If they’re trending, it’s OK. If not, it’s better

to say goodbye.

Bai Ruogu: Sorry, this message simply cannot be sent at all.

Other stars: ……

Little theatre.

Friend: My old attack may be in kindergarten.

Young master: My old attack is 100,000 light years away.

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In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”