The First Dragon God - Chapter 130: Abyssal Fiend

Aki, a physical education teacher, was left with no use for her body due to misunderstandings with her husband.One day, she has an immoral relationship with a loose student.Her female body, craving a man, enjoys endless rendezvous with him, and eventually falls to a place of no return.

Anger issues was never a problem for Rio, but how can he say that after he swiped away his system in anger when the crystallization began on earth.With portals popping up and monster storming out of them how can Rio be expected not get angry at his lack of a level up tool.Armed with just an axe, as the days go by, Rio has a rapidly building peeve against his never present system and the last virtue on his list is tolerance.“System”“......... ”“System”“...…..”“Grrrrr!! Grrrr!!”With loud menacing growls the wolf like creatures approached, but Rio was busy looking for what spot in the room had better connection and would let him access his system.“If you guys don't shut up, I'll kill you.”Normally, worlds undergoing crystallization should be struggling to get stronger and survive the brutal process but on earth it is different as they are rather focused on pleasing their brutal and unforgiving Tyrant

Erwin Warner is a material-dominant alpha with a very unsteady financial background. Though he has the face of an angel, his personality is the polar opposite. He can even kill a person if there is enough money paid for that.Leo Snow is an exceptionally beautiful dominant omega. Even the gods envy his unparalleled beauty from the heavens. He has a very strong personality and is very picky about his partner. He can be as deadly as his face when the time comes.Jean Snow, a very unstandable uncle of Leo, has an unsubmissive greed for everything Leo has, that doesn’t exclude the Snow Groups and Company. Even being the blood brother of Leo’s father doesn’t change the fact that he is exceedingly obsessed with this pretty, small omega nephew of his.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.