SPELLBOUND - Chapter 638 What is he doing?

“Dad, when mom dies, can Aunt Chloe become my new mom?”“...Okay!”Heartbroken, Serena Sinclair decisively filed for divorce.Certain that she would regret it, Adrian Lockwood agreed without hesitation.He didn't expect that after the cooling-off period ended, Serena left without a trace of reluctance.On a stormy night, Adrian sent a message to Serena.“Serena, don't push me to act. You know my temper!”“Serena, I'm giving you one last chance! ...Come back obediently, and things will be just like before!”“Serena, Miles misses you. I miss you too. Won't you come back?”The phone rang with a cold and faintly amused voice, “Adrian Lockwood, you're so shameless! ...If you don't want to die, stay away from my wife!”...Wyatt Hawthorne didn't believe in fate, but later he discovered that long ago, destiny had already cast its net around him.That net had a beautiful name called Serena Sinclair.

With divine medical skills in his left hand and supreme martial arts in his right, carrying a century of memories, he was reborn and returned to the city. This life, he vowed to dominate everything, take control of all, and ascend to the zenith of the heavens!

Renji was nothing special. No wealth, no fame, no grand ambitions—just a 23-year-old gamer wasting his days in a cluttered apartment, escaping reality through the immersive world of Eternal Realms. In the game, he was powerful, respected, a leader—the elven king, commanding armies and shaping the fate of kingdoms. But outside the screen, he was just another nobody.That all changed the moment his world shattered.What started as a routine gaming session took a terrifying turn when his screen flickered, reality twisted, and an unnatural force yanked him from his chair. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his apartment anymore. He was in a world of towering forests and ancient magic. He was wearing regal robes, a golden crown resting atop his head. And before him stood four elven women, their expressions filled with reverence and concern.They called him King.Memories not his own flooded his mind—battles, alliances, the weight of a kingdom’s future resting on his shoulders. It wasn’t just a game anymore. This was real. And the fate of the elven race now depended on him.But Renji wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a warrior. He was just a gamer who had no idea how to rule a kingdom, let alone survive in a world teetering on the brink of war.But Just as he was pondering on it a mechanical voice sounded in his mind.