MTL - Demon’s Diary - v7 Chapter 1509 Dark tide

Kai had always been into fantasy stories—knights, mages, epic battles, and especially the whole “hero vs. demon king” thing. But out of all the crazy tropes those stories had, the one that always stuck with him the most was hypnosis.Then one day, while walking out of a store, fate hit him like a truck—literally. He shoved a woman out of the way, saved her life… and promptly died. Classic.But instead of fading into the void or getting some sad funeral scene, Kai got the “Congratulations, you’re reincarnated!” treatment. New world, new rules, new him. Total fantasy package.He was told he could pick three abilities to help him get started. So what did he choose? Strength? Magic? Swordsmanship? Nah. Kai picked hypnosis. Because why not have a little fun with mind control in a world where dragons and demon kings exist?Now, with his powers unlocked, Kai’s ready to dive into an adventure full of excitement, danger, and a little (okay, a lot) of debauchery. And hey—if he ends up saving the world while he's at it? Even better. All thanks to hypnosis, of course.*DISCLAIMER*This novel will be a fun adventure story, not to be taken seriously. If you just want to laugh, have fun, enjoy a super overpowered MC, and lots of lemons (maybe), then this story is for you. If you're here for an intricate, thought-out, crazy foreshadowing story with stakes, then this story ISN'T for you, so shoo, go away!

I scoffed. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”Cade squeezed his face into displeasure as he stepped closer to me, “What doesn’t matter anymore?” His blue eyes turned a shade darker than they should.“You are our mate, Isn’t that what you wanted all along?” Kael spoke and I snapped my gaze at him.It was too late! Nothing could ever make me want them. I loathed them so much that it hurt. Perhaps that’s what happens to a broken soul who was given a second chance.“Iris…” Zane called. He was the calmest of the three, his eyes were soft, trying to reach out to me and I stepped back avoiding him like a plague.They were monsters. All three of them.I find it hard to breathe but this was my decision to make. Gone was the fragile old me.“I, Iris Orlene…” I stared at the triplets dead in the eyes, inhaling sharply. Not a single drop of emotion was left in me.“Reject you all three Alphas; Cade, Kael, and Zane Verek to be my mate.”***Iris Oren, once the cherished daughter of Alpha Oren Roland and Luna Selene of the Blackbane Pack, I faced a dire accusation of treason for allegedly poisoning the former beta who’s now the current alpha, Alpha Darius Verek, the current ruthless leader who betrayed and murdered my parents when I was just a kid, accused me of their murder and took over the alpha throne. Now, I am a despised maid in my own pack. I am publicly condemned in the council room, surrounded by hostile pack members, including Alpha Darius, his sons who are triplets, Cade, Kael, and Zane, my childhood sweet hearts, and my former best friend Liora. Despite my weak protests of innocence, no one believed me, and Darius sentenced me to death by being buried alive but the council pleaded as he shifted the punishment to 200 strokes of whips with sulfur powder but unknown to me, it was changed to a silver powder, very dangerous to werewolves.During this brutal public punishment, I couldn’t make it, I died.Waking up again, I realised I'd been brought back to my past life, on my 18th birthday, days before my death.In my past life, I am a weak and wolfless omega who can’t even defend herself and has loved the triplets so dearly that I could do anything for them without considering my dignity. Now I am reborn, I am determined to change my fate.

Sold by her own grandmother to become a shared wife to the poverty-stricken Ye brothers for twenty taels of silver, Liu Duo, unwilling to succumb to her fate, escaped in the night. She slipped and fell and died an inexplicable death.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”