SSS-Class Profession: The Path to Mastery - Chapter 251: Uniform Concealment

Who said zombies are stiff-limbed and fear the sunlight? After becoming a zombie, Lin Tian was impervious to blades and bullets, and could move freely and sunbathe.He kept a low profile as a zombie, but took on a high-profile role as a bodyguard.

See you for the first time.
In front of the teaching building, fourteen-year-old Xu Can was sitting in front of the steps crying uncontrollably, when a voice suddenly came from overhead and asked, “What’s the matter with you?”
She was so frightened that she raised her eyes, and was amazed again.
With tears in his eyes, he sniffed and held it for a few seconds, not wanting to tell the truth, “Teacher, I… I didn’t do well in the exam.”
Tong Mingyue sat next to her and chatted with her.
The next day, Tong Mingyue passed by the school’s display board.
I saw that Xu Can, who spent a long time in teaching her classmates who didn’t do well in the exam, ranked first in the overall ranking list, and almost got a perfect score in every subject.
“…”

After working hard all his life, he was still unable to cope with the drag of his background. Before Xu Can was forced to jump off the building, he regretted that he could not see Tong Mingyue again.
When I opened my eyes again, the computer was lit up with a blank document.
Back to sophomore year.
Failed subjects, no money, there are still two professional exams in sight…
In this life, Xu Can walks without heart and heart, with eyes full of eyes, only Tong Mingyue.

Edible guide: 1. Sweetness ++++
2. Abstinence and gentle professor X lunatic attribute fake and well-behaved fairy

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The person who was locked away inside the thorn-covered tower was not a princess, but a witch who employed the powers of darkness.

A brave young hero came searching for the tower in order to kill the witch.

– Light would force the darkness to recede, and grant it eternal rest

The witch wished.

That things would end with, ‘and the hero lived happily ever after killing the witch,’ like in the fairy tales.

And so, she had devised everything to happen in accordance to her wishes.

But the boy, who had grown up in but no time at all, would make the unfamiliar face of man’s from time to time.

“You want me to kill you? ……Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

Reality was very different from the fairy tales.

“The people don’t know of the precious treasure locked away in the tower.

I won’t let anyone else have this god given treasure, this crown of god surrounded by thorns that no one else could recognize.”

The hero gave the witch a slow and deep kiss.

“I am the true victor, and no one else.”

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.