Rejected By My Mate, Now Mated To The Lycan King - Chapter 75: Minor Sexual Content

After getting hit by a truck meant for someone else, Nico is compensated by transmigrating into the body of the illegitimate and only son of billionaire, Logan Voss.To keep this new life, he's given a single mission. Climb over his seven step sisters and inherit his father's wealth.So, why in the heavens does this involve collecting the stamps of 99 different ladies?[Ding! 10x cashback system activated.][Ding! Stamp holder detected.][Collect stamp to gain 10 times the stamp holder's wealth.]“Fun isn't something one considers when trying to save his own life. But this does put a smile on my face.”

Heavy R 18 Yuri, harem and futa and non-humans.

Aurora had been human once before. But she had been betrayed by her only love and left to die at the bottom of the abyss. But she survived. As a result - she was granted the power and authority of a god. Being the only one to see the bottom of the ‘Great rift,’ she became a supreme being - A goddess.

Using this power to turn back time, Aurora vowed to free her love from the clutches of those who had been like poison to her. She would take revenge on the Abyss Tower.

Being the elite academy it was, Abyss Tower had no equal when it came to training people. Aurora could no longer allow that to continue. So she vowed to change things. She vowed to set up another academy and challenge The Abyss Tower for the Abyss's ownership.

But with the other gods and goddesses tossed in the mix, as well as the Abyss itself acting up, things were not going to be that easy. Especially since her lover's soul no longer existed as one in the past.

The more Aurora tried to straighten things out, the more it all tangled up. Did she really mess up by reversing the time? Or was an even bigger plot being brewed in the background?

And the truth of everything lies in the flow and exchange of energies between different bodies. In easier terms - to dual cultivate.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”