MTL - 4.6 Billion Year Symphony of Evolution - v6 Chapter 3327 past

“There is a scar on my stomach which is hard to heal over the years”..

Ning Yu is forced to marry Song Bai Lao, whom he was deeply entangled as a teenager. Because of the misunderstanding they had before, Song Bai Lao keeps bad-mouthing Ning Yu to the point that he even becomes Ning Yu’s nightmare. As they get together, Song Bai Lao finally confronts his feelings for Ning Yu, and Ning Yu finally sees his true feelings and sincerity.

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Asher Graham has a secret he must protect, if he was to keep his Omega mother safe. All his life, he never truly belonged anywhere because they were always on the run. But when Asher figured out a way to stay alive, he took it, even if it meant enrolling into the deadly werewolf Academy, Stone Claw Academy, where cold, and ruthless Alphas were trained.His secret would have been safe if he hadn’t gone ahead and pissed off Stone Claw Academy’s resident bad boy and bully, Alpha Reed Jackson. Asher took what belonged to the devil and called his bluff, now he had to pay for it with the title he has fought to keep or his life. When Alpha Reed gained the upperhand and found out his secret, Asher had to dance to his tune by being his playtoy or lose everything including his life.The past came knocking soon enough, and now Asher has to choose between getting a clean slate or being with the man who had done nothing but torment him and make his deepest, darkest desires come true. Will Asher choose Reed over everything or risk what they have to get everything he has always wanted?

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.