Sweet Hatred - Chapter 219: Too Stubborn For Your Own Good

Ning Buyi crossed over, and transmigrated into a stallion novel called “The Lover of the Prince of the Empire”.

The good news is that she is bound to the system and inherited a barren star; the bad news is that in the next plot, she will be wiped out by the prince who meets for the first time.

In order to save his life, Ning Buyi ran away overnight, preparing to stay away from the hero and heroine. However, she found that her soul was bound to the land of the barren star, and she couldn’t escape at all! When the barren star is judged to be “dead” by the interstellar judges, she will also be finished with it!

The planet she owns is on the verge of death, has been judged “abandoned” twice, and is now facing its final judgment.

Ning Buyi doesn’t want to die, she can only conscientiously build the planet.
When the boundless desert becomes an oasis,

When the extinct ancient creatures revived in this untouched land,
When the sleeping city construction wakes up here,
…
But bad news came from ahead, her planet is likely to be selected as a battlefield, where humans, Zergs, and alien beasts will fight in melee.
Ning Buyi: “!!!”
There is no way to destroy her planet!

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Warning:

1. MC is a mad hound.

2. The story is R-17.99 as the title suggests.

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Ansel of Hydral, the Empire's most notorious villain, devours a peculiar being known as a “Traveller”.

In doing so, he glimpses a future of despair, a foreordained future featuring a war-god who can shatter armies, a saint bearing great sins, a mage discerning the truth, and a heroine of unassailable morality... These formidable “she” would destroy his family, his empire, everything he holds dear.

Upon truly recognizing the cruelty and weight of fate, Ansel has an epiphany.

“If the Empire requires reform, then there is no need for a so-called protagonist. Armed with this knowledge, I can effect change far more efficiently.”

“And as for you, the world's chosen ones...”

“If destiny dictates that you cannot be obliterated, then I have no option but to make you fall... fall with me to the very end of the abyss.”

In essence, this is a tale of a villain rebelling against fate, taming the chosen daughters of heaven, all while orchestrating a transformative revolution in the world.

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