Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door - Chapter 451 Terror in the Night

Lin Yun's life is in shambles. As a widowed single father, he's struggling to connect with his teenage daughter, facing a midlife crisis, and battling a painful shoulder condition.But when he discovers his daughter is a magical girl - fighting monsters and saving the city in secret - he's forced to confront a whole new set of challenges.As he grapples with the dangers of her secret life, Lin Yun must also confront his own purpose and what truly matters to him.Will he be able to support his daughter while finding his own way forward in this heartwarming tale of family, love, and self-discovery?

In her past life, Michelle was an ordinary doctor who worked in a small hospital, but once in a while, a strange envelope would arrive at her apartment and she would take up a weaon and turn into a deadly assassin known for her stealthiness. But being a top assassin, Michelle had many enemies and ended up dying, only to wake up in the body of Michelle Grace, a pampered young miss in a world similar to ancient dynasties, except that cultivation existed there. Not everyone could cultivate, but Michelle Grace could.The original Michelle Grace was engaged to the Crown Prince, and he killed her before Michelle took over the body, so after making a deal with Michelle Grace's father, the Archduke, Michelle took on the name Grace and started a revenge plan on the Crown Prince, his lover, his mistress and his father, the Emperor.A bit troublesome: Michelle gained the attention of two men who together were the Dark Lord. They were horrifyingly powerful, so Michelle had to be careful around them. Luckily, they didn't have in their plans harming her, as they were intrigued by her constitution. Michelle possessed a rare blood, which they could use.

When we lose our hearts to the wrong person, setting a betrayal in place, how well do we come out from such hurt?

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.