The Cursed Prince - Chapter 1020 Raphael And Rowena

Her grandfather was the emperor’s respected teacher, with disciples all over the world.

Her mother was well-read in poetry since childhood and was the most talented woman in the previous dynasty.

Her father started from nothing and gained the emperor’s favor, rising to Minister of Personnel.

Li Mingwei was an unrivaled noblewoman in the capital city.

A mistaken marriage let her see through worldly affairs. She fled the hustle and bustle and returned to live in her countryside residence, choosing a different kind of life.

By the side of the blue stone road, that person had stood still for a long time. He held an umbrella and reached out a hand to her.

In a world where strength determines one’s future, William, an orphan with no extraordinary talents, faces a grim destiny—until a brutal attack leaves him clinging to life. Instead of death, he awakens to a mysterious and powerful entity lurking within his mind: the Shadow System, a game-like interface that promises him unimaginable power. But this power comes with dark secrets, and refusing it would mean his death. Forced into a pact with a voice that can hear his every thought, William must navigate a dangerous new reality where shadow abilities and celestial power collide. As he enters the prestigious military academy, his newfound abilities draw both allies and enemies, all while a deadly conspiracy brews in the shadows. With the odds stacked against him, William must unravel the mystery of the Shadow System and decide whether to embrace the darkness within—or be consumed by it. His journey from a bullied outcast to a potential god will challenge not just his survival, but his very humanity. Power always comes at a cost—will William be able to pay the price? “What am I?” William asked the system. The system’s voice echoed in his head, cold and indifferent. “You are nothing.”

Qiao Nian has lived in Qiao’s house for 18 years, and his biological parents came to the door. All of a sudden, all the wealthy people around the city knew that Qiao’s family had a fake daughter!

A true daughter is versatile, gentle and kind.

Fake daughters don’t learn or know how to accomplish nothing.

Everyone wanted to see how miserable she went back to Shangougou after being kicked out of the rich family!

Qiao Nian also thought that his biological parents were from Luohe County, and they were poor teachers.

Who knew that the car that my brother drove was a Phaeton, with 3 million naked cars!

My father teaches at National Tsing Hua University, and the teacher is also called a professor!

The top gangsters of the scum family knelt and licked at her grandpa and nodded and bowed…

Qiao Nian:?

enmm…This is not the same as saying yes!

Freed from a group of scumbags, Qiao Nian she became herself.

The college entrance examination champion, the live broadcaster, the heir of intangible cultural heritage…The vests are dropped one by one, and the hot searches around the city are one by one, and the faces of the parents of the scum, the scum, and the scum, are all green.

The black fans are mocking: What is the use of selling people, it’s not just sticking to my brother every day.

Qiao Nian: I’m sorry, I have a partner.

Senior brother: Qiao Nian, let me introduce to you, this is my sister.

Grandpa: Grandpa, what are you doing so hard? What kind of bicycles do you want? Grandpa will buy it for you!

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The rich and powerful in Beijing are rumoring that Wangye has a wife who is hidden in the golden house. No matter how other people make a fuss, she never wants to bring it out to see people. Don’t ask, the question is the same sentence: “My wife is from the countryside and she is afraid of living.”

Until one day, someone saw the prince who was always noble and cold, pinching a girl’s slender waist, blocking people in the corner of the wall, and muttering with crimson eyes: “Baby, when will you give me a position?”

[Fake daughter, she is a real wealthy] + [Double bosses]

- Description from MTL

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.