The Young Urban Doctor - Chapter 30

After finding out she had at most five years left to live, Shikera Anderson could only live life in a carefree and unhindered manner, in order to numb the fear and sadness in her heart. However, her heart shattered when she was forced waste a year stuck in an marriage contract with a masked man, in exchange for her father's life.“The main clause of the contract: Don't touch my daughter!”Ethan DeLoach, the most wanted personality by all the press stations in the country, hated reporters with passion until one came into his life in form of a contract wife. He was able to keep her at bay until her despicable lips turned out to be the cure for his terrifying nightmares.As they experiment with their lips every night before sleeping, how long would it take them to succumb to the throngs of passion while throwing all caution to the wind?Will Shikera be able to dissolve the hatred Ethan has for reporters, with her plain and carefree attitude? How will Ethan react when he finds out what the repercussion was for breaking the contract? And finally, would the love between them defy Shikera's short life span?***“Ethan, why the fuck did you not tell me I had hickeys on my neck?!” Shikera yelled. “I practically announced to the whole nation that I had a passionate night!”“That's not my fault though. You could have lied they were birthmarks.”“And when the marks fade, another lie?” she asked irritatingly.He smirked mischievously at her words, before leaning over to whisper into her ear, “No worries, I will renew them every night.”

“No one looks at you. No one touches you. You’re a Whitehall now... And you’re mine.” Roman’s voice was a low, dangerous growl against her neck.She tilted her chin, meeting the predator in his eyes with her own cold fire. “I belong to no one, Roman, certainly not a beast in a jersey. If you want to claim me, you’ll have to do better than your father’s signature on a contract.”She spun her wheelchair to leave, but he was faster. His hand locked around her waist, dragging her back as his palm slammed against the wall beside her head.“Don’t you fucking dare me, Estelle.”—Estelle Rutledge was the Ice Queen of the Rutledge sports dynasty: national treasure, global brand, and the financial backbone of her family’s empire.Until one catastrophic crack on the ice shattered her career… and left her in a wheelchair.In the elite world of the one percent, a broken asset becomes a liability.With the Rutledge legacy collapsing under a mountain of debt, Estelle’s own mother did the unthinkable. She sold her daughter to the highest bidder, trading Estelle’s freedom for a check from Magnus Whitehall, the ruthless billionaire owner of a professional hockey empire.But Magnus didn’t buy Estelle for himself. He bought her to be his son’s leash.Roman Whitehall is the NHL’s most dangerous beast. A volatile heir with a scandal-soaked reputation and a temper that threatens the family’s billions. To the league’s board, he’s a loose cannon. To his father, he’s a problem that needs a wife to clean up his image.The command was simple: “Be the one thing he can’t avoid… or lose your legs.”Now Estelle is legally bound to a man who sees their marriage as a cage, and her as the bars holding him in. Roman believes she’s a fragile burden. Estelle thinks he’s a monster fueled by rage and secrets.But inside the Whitehall mansion, built on power, money, and lies, Estelle discovers a terrifying truth: she is not the first “Ice Queen” Magnus Whitehall has broken.Trapped in dynasty politics and a contract signed in blood, Estelle faces an impossible choice. Will she let the Whitehalls destroy what’s left of her… or join forces with the beast she hates most and burn their empire to the ground?Because even though she hates it, Roman Whitehall may be the only man who can help her stand again.Even if he has to break her first.

I am Blake, and I run a small stall in Foosha Village, working part-time as an interdimensional broker.One day, the Marine Hero, Garp, complained that I'm scammer and tried to flip over my stall.In retaliation, I threw him straight into an otherworldly dungeon!Ding![Client Selected: Monkey D. Garp!][Dungeon Generating… Dungeon World: Naruto!][Mission Objective: Survive the Third Raikage’s assault, or defeat him!]Garp: “Stinking brat! What kind of ghost place did you send me to!”Blake: (Crossing my legs) “A one million Berry VR experience. It's a steal!”[Ding! Dungeon cleared! Clear Evaluation: S+!][Congratulations, you obtained SSS-Rank Reward: Eight-Tails Perfect Jinchuriki!][Congratulations, you obtained S-Rank Reward: Lightning Release Chakra Mode!]Feeling the lightning and Tailed Beast chakra surging through my body, I laughed aloud.Who should I toss in next? Whitebeard? Or perhaps the Five Elders?(Hold on, letting others fight to the death while I reap the rewards... isn't this system a little too awesome?!)---[Note: This is an unofficial translation. All rights to the original work belong to its rightful owner.]> Patreon.com/NegativeTranslations

What was it like to cross over and become an AI?

Li Wenyuan, who was hit by the meteorite, managed to know that feeling.

It was good that he found that the planet he controlled… seemed to be rather special.

“Precious living metal? A random wall here is living metal!”

“Zelo? You’re saying that Wise Machines don’t need this? Sorry, psychic machinery or something is in production now.”

“Interstellar colony? How about building a ringworld?”

This was a story of kingdom building, which was also a story of human exploration of the universe from the past.

There were space wars, interstellar expeditions, civilizational observations, and galactic epics.

“So…” Some years later, facing the disaster that was about to sweep across the galaxy, the unmanned fleet controlled by Li Wenyuan stood out passively.

“They all think I am a lost empire, and I can only go and do what a lost empire should do.”

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