The Mute Wife Who Brings Prosperity - Chapter 438 - 406: His Highness’s Sudden Counterattack (24th Update)

She, has always refused to let go of her childhood pride.Initially, he forced her into submission in the harshest way possible, which made her despise him to the bone.At twenty, she abandoned her husband, followed a man she thought was worthy of her, only to end up being violently mistreated.Yet, it was he who raised her from the rain when she was at her most helpless moment.Fate brought her back to her eighteenth year, for a do-over. She emerged from her cocoon, when hate was replaced by regret, she shed her thorny exterior, but does she still have the right to pursue happiness?But why does he always remind her in the coldest voice, “He Zhilan, I don't want the He Family to raise an ungrateful wretch.”Or menacingly warn her, “He Zhilan, don't force me to take away your freedom!”

“How long has it been?”10,000,000 Years, a period of time which he dwelled in the endless abyss as a captive of war.After his fall, he lost everything to the hands of those who stand above the heavens.The twelve gods of the constellations, the Primal Zodiacs!Creatures who descended down from the absolute light to consume all.He fought against them only to fall prey to their destruction, locked away in the endless Abyss.Astroth Vermont lost it all, his will, his empire, his powers and his mind, all he knew was despair.But that’s until he woke up, Returning back to the world as someone else.The Blackest Evil was reincarnated as the Tenth Young Master of the Reinhart Family.His return is going to shape the world, returning all into chaos!Will he exact his revenge?Who knows, welcome to the land of carnage

Humanity collapsed in a single night.When the sky darkened and a perpetual night arrived, even the strongest monsters turned feral, tearing through cities until nothing was left but ruin.Dying alone in the ruined world, Ryn Eden Arctis finally understood the truth.Years ago, he was given a strange skillbook—one the church labeled taboo, one no one dared to touch. But the world had taken it away from him.However, he knew that—whatever was inside it, had to be powerful enough for him to stop this calamity.His final regret echoed through the silent wasteland:“If I had learned that damn book, we’d still be alive.”With his dying breath, he wished for only one thing:To go back in time and claim that forbidden power, no matter what.A single star answered.Ryn opens his eyes ten years earlier, on the day he received his first skill.WHAT TO EXPECT:- Korean Regressor Fantasy, if you like that genre this might be the one for you. Think (Trash of the Count's Family, Swordmaster's Youngest Son, FFF-Class Trash Hero)- Romance subplot is prevalent. This is not a harem novel!- MC is NOT naive, and will NOT be afraid to make morally gray choices! Readers advised!

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.