The Substitute Bride and the Cripple - Chapter 8 - You Kissed Me; That Makes You Mine

An ordinary student, a wretched peeper, a cowardly teenager with a kind heart. In a terrorist attack, he inherited the knowledge of countless elites, embarked on a path of God Jagged Tu…

He is an artist!

He is a mathematician!

He is a psychology Doctor!

He is a master of fighting!

In fact, he is a man

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A wretched, dirty young man is working during the summer when he was caught up in a mysterious explosion. After that explosion, the young man is then left with the memories and knowledge of dozens of the world’s experts.

He has changed, his heart has become cold, iron-blooded. He became a killing machine, his mind turned mechanical, calculative. Everything goes according to his plans and calculations!

In this magical, slaughterous world, a door is opened for him…

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As the daughter chosen by the Heavens, she was already extraordinary from birth. However, with her talents concealed, she was treated like tr*sh and mercilessly betrayed. So, she decided to let her supreme capabilities shine!

From then on, her bloodline had been awoken. Everything was possible—refining antidotes and weapons through alchemy, taming the dragons and phoenixes, and even being the ultimate ruler of the world. Since then, millions of people admired her and she lived up to her name as the strongest concubine in the world!

Only that cold, evil and immensely domineering Ice Emperor, whom she had accidentally provoked, loved, protected and helped her everywhere…

“Oh dear, after he has treated me like that, how can I ever like someone else? This man is really cunning!”

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

In the 1960s, resources were extremely scarce. Thankfully, she had a personal space filled with supplies, ensuring she never lacked for food and clothing.