The King Of Passive Skills - Chapter 1

Wang Ming stood at the pinnacle of existence—just a step away from transcending Heaven and Earth, poised to ascend to a realm no one had ever touched. But at that moment of glory, he was schemed by none other than the Heaven’s favored one—the Son of Luck's master.Forced into regression, Wang Ming is thrown back to his younger years, but this time, so is his greatest enemy. With fate itself seemingly against him, and the Son of Luck determined to end his rise before it begins, Wang Ming must walk a blood-soaked path once more.But he is no ordinary cultivator, he is a variable who defies destiny. Against the will of Heaven, against fate, against the Chosen… he will rise again.This is the story of a man who refuses to bow to fate.

Overnight, the whole world became gamified in Su Mo’s eyes

Not only can he use his life to draw cards

You can also see the hidden attributes of real objects

then–

He looked at the chandelier above his head:

[Item: A dilapidated chandelier]

[Hint: There is still one minute and seven seconds to drop]

Turning to look at his right hand:

[Item: A piece of the right hand of a young man]

[Hint: Due to long-term training, the grip strength is 3% stronger than that of the left hand]

Then look at the ginseng on the table:

[Item: A wild ginseng]

[Hint; it is contaminated with a trace of origin qi, eating it may make you more energetic]

…

Su Mo excitedly ran to meet the school girl who had just confirmed the relationship.

I saw a bright red streak of blood shining on my girlfriend’s head:

[Item: A Very Hungry Fox Demon]

[Hint: You may not be her opponent]

- Description from novelbuddy

Princess Anastasia of Orsenia is regarded as the kingdom’s treasure. However, she carries a heavy secret— she is diagnosed with an incurable illness. She is fated to die before she turns 18.

For years, her parents desperately searched for a cure but to no avail. That is, until a mysterious letter arrives, claiming that the only way Anastasia can escape her cruel fate is to send her to a monster:

King Caspain, the ruler of Sorvando, a vampire kingdom.

The letter prophesizes that Anastasia will live, only if she makes that bloodthirsty King fall in love with her. However, Anastasia knows it’s nearly an impossible task. Sorvando is filled with dangers. And she is only but a weak human.

Yet, her will to live won over her fear. No matter how cruel the king may be, Anastasia will still try to win his heart.

Now, if only she can keep her own heart from falling for him as well.

***

[Excerpt]

“Cas-pian…”

And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss.

He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.”

Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet.

So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?