The Extra of The Lunerra - Chapter 120 Volume III - 41: Before The Dungeon

He was about to join the beta test on the newest VR games, Second World.

After sleeping for over two thousand years, she woke up, only to find she had lost everything and was even going to be sold at an auction by her father.On her way to escape, she met him by chance. He was so handsome and adorable, like a cute little dog. So they got married in a flash.Later, she accidentally met the first interstellar commander whose mask had fallen off. Rumor has it that anyone who sees his true face will die. She trembled with fear, “What a coincidence! You look exactly like my husband!” He said, “I am your husband.”From then on, he clung to her every day, wanting to have a child. She felt regretful: He looks like a wolf now! She misses the little puppy she used to have so much...

If Xiang Yu emerged victorious in the Chu-Han contention war, how would history unfold?Through entrepreneurship, social club management, and the exploits of a lowly household servant, this story explores how one can excel in the worlds of commerce, politics, war, and love. This servant is no ordinary person, and even a lowly carp can leap through the Dragon’s Gate.The tale of “Finest Servant” takes place in an alternate timeline following Xiang Yu’s triumph. After years of his reign, China established a dynasty known as the Grand Dynasty of Da Hua…A modern-day sales manager is transported to the era of the Grand Dynasty of Da Hua due to an unexpected incident, becoming a prestigious servant in the Xiao family mansion. Separated from his loved ones by time and space, Lin Wanrong decides to forget his sorrows and embark on a glorious journey through a different era.Accustomed to playing the fool and hiding his true abilities, Lin Wanrong uses his unscrupulous and cunning personality, along with his modern scientific knowledge, to shine in ancient society.At the height of power and wealth, surrounded by beauty, how will this humble household servant navigate the treacherous waters of politics, business, and love?

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”