Only My Weapons Level UP - Chapter 43: Scouting ahead

If one day, when you find out that the immersive game you play is not a game but a reality, what will your reaction be?

A game called Zerg OL is sweeping the world. In this game, you need to play a bug to help the leader Jiang Yao rebuild the bug swarm and resist the human imperial army that may appear at any time to wipe them out.

“Mengxin, is this game fun?” Mengxin, who is new to the group, asked.

“A newcomer is here, this game is very fun!”

“Mengxin, go! This group is full of perverts!”

“Go!”

“Walk!”

“The person who chatted with you just now has not been offline for 72 consecutive hours. He just entered the ICU yesterday!”

“Is this game boring?” Mengxin was a little confused.

“Extremely disgusting! Playing other games requires money, playing this game is useless!”

“The liver doesn’t matter at all, they call me the Emperor of the Liver in other games!” Obviously, the naive Mengxin obviously didn’t realize the seriousness of the matter.

until one day.

“Since playing Zerg OL, now my waist is no longer sore, and my legs don’t hurt anymore. I’m only 20 years old, and I’m a young man with baldness. My blind date girls call me uncle, it’s great!”

And for this group of players, Jiang Yao is also heartbroken.

That steel thunder beast over there, don’t go up and listen to my command! The Titans of the Order of Titans are coming! Don’t go alone in the group!

Dragon! Play battleship! You are against the air! Don’t hit the ground! There are ground units on the ground to fight!

Those devourers of the N74 galaxy! Fuck! Don’t spray on that blue planet, it’s your home planet! I’m not kidding!

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“Commander Lu, there are rumors that we are sleeping together, we have a fling!”

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

It was in the year 2800 of the Midgard calendar. Back then, there was a Overlord who once reigned supreme and had reached the very brink of subduing the world.