Outside of Time - Chapter 1103 - Why Didn't You Call Me Over Earlier (2)

She was the Eldest Legitimate Daughter of the General's Mansion, treacherously harmed and died a miserable death. Perhaps moved by pity, heaven granted her rebirth. She returned to four years earlier, not only possessing heterochromia that allowed her to see what others couldn't but also equipped with a portable space. She vowed to make those who hurt her and her mother pay in this life.He was a Prince with a Different Surname from Moli Country, holding military power and commanding awe in all directions. It was said that he had conquered most of Moli Country, and even The Emperor showed him deference. Legend had it he was a bloodthirsty prince who killed without blinking an eye.One day, she encountered a ragged but handsome man on the street, who chased after her, shouting, “My wife, my wife.”The woman said, “Damn it, who is your wife? Aunt isn’t even engaged yet! Go where it’s cool and stay there.”The man responded, “You are my wife, and I've decided to follow you for life.”“A feel-good story, both leads are strong, a pampering love story with 1v1 romance.”

Li Wensheng transmigrated to an era where all energies were returning and every citizen practiced martial arts.Here, champions focus on martial arts mastery, becoming physically peerless as they honed their spirit. They would also seek superior weapons, including unbreakable war axes, or keen blades that could cut a giant tree with a single swing.Even so, Li Wensheng learned Immortal Arts from the very start! Though his scrawny form was exceedingly inconspicuous at first, he wielded Immortal Arts to smash long blades with his bare hands and crush giant hammers!Li Wensheng was flying everywhere on his sword while others were busy trying to surpass the limits of human speed. He could kill with a leaf or flower he plucked while others requested blacksmiths to hone their weapons. He cooked medicinal pellets with his cauldron, brewing Yuan Pellets that ascend cultivation while others trained their bodies to strengthen themselves.Martial arts champions: “Why aren’t you using any weapons?”Li Wensheng smiled, two of his fingers casting an immortal technique: Ten Thousand Swords Retrogression!At his words, every sword behind everyone’s back took to the skies without hope of control, gathering behind Li Wensheng into a rain of swords that covered the skies!This is a world where I alone cultivate immortality while everyone else trains in martial arts!

ROMANCE! APOCALYPSE! DRAMA LOVING GOD! REBIRTH!The hospital lights buzzed faintly above her, the edges of her vision already blurring into white. Blood pooled in her lungs. No family. No friends. Just the relentless beeping of a monitor counting down her last seconds. Rosalie stared at the sterile ceiling, tears sliding sideways across her temple.“I didn’t even get to do anything.” She whispered. “No love. No one will remember I was here. If anyone’s out there… God, fate, whatever you are, hear me. Let me live again. Somewhere. Anywhere. Let me matter.”When she woke up again, she wasn’t Rosalie anymore. She was Mei Shen, a forgotten noblewoman trapped in a story of cold nights and cruel tyrant hands. One night. No promises. A pregnancy with a tyrant's child. She ran. Hid. Escaped fate’s cruel grip.But less than a month later everything changed.“Subject detected. Lianwei Voss has entered your proximity. Obsession level: 85% - critical. Imminent event : Apocalypse countdown initiated -time remaining: Unknown. New genre unlocked: Dark romance -Obsession + villainous devotion activated.”The game had changed. The rules were gone.“You broke the script. But you will never break me.”God whispered in her ear.The child she carried was a weapon, her vengeance a fire. And somewhere in the darkness, the emperor’s obsession burned hotter than ever.One night, beneath the empire’s broken skyline, she found a stranger, broken, bleeding, unknown. She saved him. Not knowing she was cradling her own nightmare.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.