Under the Oak Tree - Chapter 400 - 161

The cousin that Jing Huan has been closest to since he was a child was labelled as “the other woman” in a certain popular online game: only after devoting herself did she know that the other party was a jerk with a girlfriend.

They called him useless. A Class E farmer in a world where strength meant survival.Betrayed by the woman he loved, beaten by a power-hungry King, and left to die like trash, Isaac thought his story had ended.But death was only the beginning.Beneath the earth, sealed for thousands of years, a forgotten being awakens, an ancient force of ruin once feared by angels and demons alike. When Isaac agrees to its desperate offer, he doesn’t just survive… he becomes something else. Stronger. Colder. Hungrier.Now reborn with a forbidden power that rejects magic itself, Isaac walks the line between man and monster. Each time he unleashes the Abyssal Overdrive, his strength grows, but so does the Corruption threatening to devour what’s left of his soul.To protect the innocent, he must become the very thing they fear.To destroy the kings who shattered his life, he must embrace the darkness within.Enemies will fall. Secrets will unravel. And when the kingdom of Carreon learn that Isaac is still alive… it will already be too late.The world shunned him. Now, it will kneel.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”