This Earth Is A Bit Fearsome - Chapter 1182: The Tomb of the White Bone Great Emperor

“You don’t want to be forced to match, right, Lin Changan?”

The delicate-looking girl asked softly, and pushed the “Personal Subject Relationship Contract” to Lin Changan’s eyes.

Lin Changan’s eyes were full of despair, but fortunately, he awakened the simulator system, which could simulate life infinitely.

After each simulation, you can choose talents, realms, combat experience, cultivation insights or some memory fragments.

[You rejected the “Personal vassal relationship contract”, signed an implication with a girl, was killed by a love rival in the dungeon, and you died. 】

[You chose to eat soft rice hard with talent. 】

[At the age of 22, the sickly junior girl confessed to you that she was rejected by you. Since then, she will poison you quickly because of love and hatred. 】

[You chose a talent that is invincible. 】

[At the age of twenty-four, the beast tide struck, and you were drowned in the beast tide. 】

[You have chosen the realm and condensed the power of the stars. 】

[At the age of twenty-four, the beast swarms attacked you. As a general, you were exhausted and drowned by the beast swarm. 】

[You have chosen an inexhaustible talent. 】

[At the age of twenty-four, you went to the front line to resist the beast tide, and your spiritual power is inexhaustible…]

After countless simulations, there are stars twinkling in your eyes, and every move is blessed by heaven and earth.

【The simulation starts! 】

【You are invincible, the universe is respected! 】

- Description from novelbuddy

Upon transmigrating, she immediately faces a disastrous flood, and then has to deal with a marriage swap to an old man who is both slovenly and hunchbacked?Someone: My wife, truly majestic and dominant!PS: This story includes a space with a bit of fantasy, and there's only the heroine who is reborn through transmigration.

Fick, who transmigrated over to a world of magic, and was tied to a godly choice system at the very start. Henceforth, he would have to choose from three choices in everything he did, with each choice being rewarded generously.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?