Tales of Herding Gods - Chapter 1787

The once rich girl Shen Hanxing lost her mother when she was born. She was then dumped overseas by her own father when she was little to her own devices.

Betrayed by his beloved queen.Stabbed by the very men he raised to power.King Alaric died with a broken heart… and a blade in his chest.Fate’s twisted joke?He’s reborn—in chains.Collared. Beaten. Sold like cattle.Once a mighty ruler. Now a slave in a world of magic, monsters, and bastards with crowns.His new master? Arrogant with even little much money, and the personality of a wet cabbage.And the wife?Let’s just say... she deserves better. Much better.Just when he thought a future of licking boots and scrubbing chamber pots—[DING! You have awakened the Domination System.]Rule the strong. Break the proud. Tap the wife. Steal the life.“I—wait, what?”[New Quest: Subjugate your Master's Wife.][Reward: +500 Power | Domination Skill Unlocked – Command Voice][Bonus: Do it on the master’s bed for extra EXP.]He grins through the pain, eyes burning with ambition.They thought they broke him?They just gave him a reason to rise.Power. Revenge. Pleasure.He’ll take it all.------------------Note- No ntr, no yuri.Mc won't abandon his women, neither he will force them, and not every women will be subjugated.And System isn't all about subjugating others wives, it's just one of it's features...

Yuan was born with an incurable illness that left him blind at a young age and crippled a few years later, rendering everything below his head useless. Deemed hopeless and irredeemable, his parents quickly gave up on him, and the world ignored him.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]