Longevity Begins with Marrying a Wife - Chapter 113: easy foundation

Every alpha generation must have a Saint, an omega chosen by the Moon Goddess to carry the cub, the heir of the world. When the last saint vanished, the curse fell on me.I am not a saint. I am a fake saint, bound to a duty I never asked for, and forced to walk among alphas assigned to guide me, claim me, and guard me.Their eyes are all on me, each filled with desire, obsession, hunger… and each one willing to do whatever it takes to make me theirs. And among the circle of them, one shadow stands colder than the rest, the alpha whose hands destroyed my family, whose cruelty made me an orphan.The Moon Goddess demands obedience. But my body and heart burn with a dangerous defiance, and I will not bow to prophecy… not to them, not to fate.

The Return of the Condor Heroes by Jin Yong was first serialized in newspapers from between 20 May 1959 and 5 July 1961.

This is the second book of the Condor Trilogy. The story has undergone two revisions. The second edition was released in May 1976 and and the third edition was published in January 2003.

Transmigrated into a world of swords and sorcery, Aaron awakens in the body of a lowly knight apprentice, an outcast born of a slave mother and ignored by his noble father, Baron Alfred. In a realm where steam has yet to meet steel, Aaron carries the knowledge of a more advanced world and a mysterious Map System that reveals everything around him, and rewards him with strength for every enemy he defeats.But Aaron isn’t content with swinging swords. As he carves out his own territory and introduces inventions that shake the foundations of this primitive land, he discovers whispers of a distant continent ruled by wizards. The knight’s path no longer calls to him. Magic, mystery, and power beyond imagination await.Will Aaron remain a forgotten noble, or rise to become a legend in a world that never saw him coming?

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]