The Path of Ascension - Chapter 373

Transmigrating into a world ruled by supernaturals seemed like a dream come true---until it wasn't.☆Charlotte Winchester, burdened by her family's crushing expectations, has always wanted her mundane life to end. Death came like a wish, but instead of eternal rest, Charlotte found herself transmigrated as Evangeline, the cherished daughter of Crimson Ridge Pack---the rulling family of the werewolf community.At first, her new life felt like paradise. Immortal and powerful, she had everything she'd ever dreamed of; doting werewolf parents, loyal friends, and a future that promised luxury and adoration. With the looming title of Princess---and the attention of the Future Alpha King---her life seemed perfect.But perfection rarely lasts.One impulsive decision---rejecting her fate mate---sets off a chain of events she never could have foreseen. Her second mate isn't a kind-hearted wolf or even a charming elf. He's a demon prince, the ruler of shadows and master of nightmares. Dark, possessive, and utterly dangerous, he drags her into a world of chaos where her very soul is at stake.What started as a second chance at life quickly turns into a battle for survival. With her past life's memories hidden from her new family and a devil mate who refuses to let her go, Charlotte must navigate the twisted politics of werewolves and demons.Heaven can turn into hell in an instant---and Evangeline is about to learn that Paradise always comes at a price.☆☆☆☆☆| Daily updates is promised.|

After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Leslie Song has been single-handedly raising her precious little daughter Calliope. It’s a difficult life, but it’s a happy one. A freak accident puts an end to that.As Leslie lies dying on the road, watching Calliope breathe her last, she curses her helplessness. Calliope’s crochet fox seems to hear her. It opens its mouth and asks, “Do you want to see your daughter again? If so, follow me. Her soul has already left for another world.”Leslie agrees. That’s the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself—or rather, her soul—standing beside her unconscious body on a hospital bed.“How is this supposed to help me find Calliope!” she exclaims.“This is not your body. Your body is dead. This is my original host, Charlene Li,” explains the toy fox. “You can possess her body to find Calliope, but if you do, you must finish her uncompleted mission for her.”“And what mission is that?”“To marry the second most eligible CEO in the city.”‘This,’ Leslie concludes, ‘is a scam.’ But she has no other choice.**********Meanwhile, the second most eligible bachelor in the city, Calix Xu, is patting himself on the back for thwarting his grandmother’s attempts to marry him off. After exhausting all of his tricks and excuses, he has resorted to marrying the comatose daughter of the Li family.Calix smiles, pleased with himself, “Aren't I smart? Grandmother can do nothing now.”But… why is he seeing his newly-wedded wife hovering beside her own body?Before he can react, his wife—the moving one—floats towards him.“Husband! Help me find my child!”“Your child?” Calix asks weakly before doing the only reasonable thing he can do in such a situation.He faints.

After his tragic life ended, Aleron expected to reincarnate or transmigrate, but instead, he was transported with his body and summoned as a hero...only to enter a new hell as he had trash stats and couldn't activate his Divine Blessing, prompting the King to extract his boon.He was tortured and onward to being buried alive with his soul ravaged after they removed his Divine Blessing. But all was not lost as Aleron found he had the Ultimate Gacha System at the death's door and initiated his first summon in the Lords of Arcane banner.[Congratulations! You have summoned Darzax the Graveborn, the Sorcerer of Death and Necromancy.]

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.