Kingdom's Bloodline - Chapter 9: Jala’s Blade (One)

“Each betrayal leaves a scar… and hers ran the deepest.”Once, Aveline Laurent gave her heart to Damien Ashford - the man who promised her a future, only to cage her with sweet lies.She endured it all with a smile… until fate dragged her back to the very beginning.Now, with a second chance hanging by a fragile thread, Aveline returns.Not to plead, but to punish.
Not to forget, but to make him remember.But revenge is never simple. The path is fraught with shadows—and an unlikely ally–Alaric Lancaster–whose loyalties remain as mysterious as his gaze.

After dying in a pandemic and not from the flu, a 37-year-old man is reborn with his memories of his past life and a knowledge of a technological branch of a not so popular RTS and survival game.And when he thought that his life was going on and his plans were being resolved step by step.He finds himself on a second trip the night before when he enters his new school.After living twice in a normal modern world, now I have to survive in a semi-apocalyptic world of Diablo?What! Are you telling me that my second world is not a normal modern world either?Destination what are you playing?!-------------------------------------Additional Tags - Male to Female, Harem, Yuri, Lesbian, Love, Action, Romance, Multiverse, R18, Manga, Anime, Games.

“Why don’t they think about training to grow stronger during a time when just breathing makes you stronger?”After possessing someone, he decided to silently train to become a great mage.“Did it appear?”[You have acquired the All-Attribute Body (Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Wood, Electricity, Light, Darkness).][You have acquired the highest-grade elixir, Dragon’s Essence (SSS).]……Let’s take a slightly different path to growth from others.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.