Lord of Flames - Chapter 186: Luo Ying is Queen! Kill north!

Lacy was raised at a governmental school since the age of 9, now that she's 18, she is to be mated to an Alpha. The thing is, she already loves an Alpha, one whom she met on an online gaming platform.

He was the scion cast aside by a powerful family, and he had hoped to return to a peaceful life in the city, but unexpectedly, trouble arose once more!

Rise of the Arms Dealer in the World War tells the story of a man from the modern world, thrown back in time to a pivotal moment in history. Armed with knowledge of advanced weaponry and the sharp instincts of a seasoned weapons dealer, he wastes no time in exploiting the chaos of historical wars and political upheavals.Building an empire not just in arms but across industries, he crafts vehicles, machinery, and technology far beyond the reach of his time. With each calculated move, his influence spreads like wildfire, positioning him to control the tides of conflict.After World War I, he seizes the opportunity to buy up factories and cutting-edge technologies from the defeated nations, biding his time to prepare for the next global war. His eyes are set on World War II, where he plans to sell weapons on an unprecedented scale, shaping the course of history.A villain at heart, he is cold, calculating, and without a shred of principle. He deals to whoever bids the most, indifferent to the consequences. As his empire grows, so does the power he wields, but with it comes a relentless struggle to keep the forces he's unleashed in check.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.