The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter - Chapter 87 - Only Nuo’er Can Make Him Yield

Leon was supposed to disappear.On Earth, he was nobody.In this new world of cultivation, reborn into a body that wasn’t even his own, he was less than that — a forgotten teacher exiled to the quiet heights of Amethyst Summit Division.No glory.No backing.No destiny.Until the Grand Return System awakened.Every resource he gives… returns a thousandfold.Every treasure he parts with… comes back stronger.Every disciple he nurtures… becomes a storm the heavens cannot ignore.While the sect mocks him as a useless master wasting potential, Leon calmly shapes a silver-haired girl born with Divine Ice Bones into something terrifying. A legend in the making. A blade pointed at fate itself.They see obscurity.Heaven sees a silent calamity rising.Leon doesn’t seek fame.He doesn’t chase thrones.But when destiny finally turns its gaze toward him…The teacher who hid in the shadows will begin rewriting the rules of the world.-----

Wang Guorui traveled to Taiwan in 1895, and obtained a super gold finger—the Red Police Base.

Since then, the whole world has been changed.

The Emperor of Japan: “He must be eliminated, otherwise our great Japan will never have peace!”

The Russian Tsar: “Please stop fighting. I will marry my daughter to you and cede Siberia as a dowry.”

British Prime Minister: “Why did I wake up and the navy of the British Empire is no longer the number one in the world?”

German Emperor: “Dear and brave German soldiers, please persevere, our Eastern allies are coming soon!”

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He kept her by his side, never letting go! “Please, can you let me go?” “Impossible,” he said, “unless you're no longer my only one.” After they fell in love, he declared possessively, “I want to keep you by my side, to make you belong only to me. You can only love me too, your mind, your world, must be filled with only me.” Yet his domineering love sent a chill through her.

A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.

Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!”
“That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”

But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.

Prophetic dreams.
The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.

All I want is to be next to you.