Wizard World Irregular - Chapter 130 The Bringer Of Death

Sentinel Shou: I have something to confess to you
Guide attack: You can choose the time, now we have just marked the end, no matter what you confess, I have to accept it
Sentinel Shou: Actually, I was reborn
Wizard Gong: Oh, that’s all, then I’ll also confess by the way, I’m from Transmigration
Sentinel Shou: Huh?
Dao Gong: The world we live in is actually a book, you are the villain, I am the cannon fodder, the book is here, read it for yourself
Sentinel Shou: … (reading through) Oh, this is my second generation… Tsk, the x-star rebels are really trash, and they can still be suppressed like this; country y’s ** is too useless, a good hand can be played Messy; is there a hole in the head of the Z star thief group, and betrayed for love?
Guide Attack: Actually not just reborn?
Sentinel Shou: Now this is the third life, I didn’t expect to be reborn, and I didn’t expect to meet you in luck——
Guide Attack: How did you meet me?
Sentinel Shou: Since I met you, I decided to…reform you
Gong Chuan has become a cannon fodder guide who loves vanity and spare tires in the book. In the near future, his glands will be destroyed by people because of love and hatred.
However, the most terrifying thing is that he turned out to be the only guide with a compatibility level of 60%, the most terrifying villain in the book, the Sentinel.
Gong: Wait, the book didn’t mention it, didn’t this sentinel die because he didn’t meet the minimum compatibility with his guide!
Villain Sentinel: Doesn’t that mean you’re here for me? I’m very happy to let go of this planet for now.
Attack: …

Note 1: Always 1v1
Note 2: Although the attacker is a guide, his physique is comparable to that of an ordinary sentinel. The specific reasons are explained in the text
Note 3: There are two sets, many two sets, atypical sentry guides
Note 4: If you don’t like to cross, don’t leave an impassioned long paper

Content tags: strong interstellar sweet text through the book
Search keywords: Protagonist: Cen Zhen, Lian Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: Sentinel guide, Xiangshao
One-sentence introduction: Did the sentinel cross?
Concept: The person who belongs to you will find you even if it spans the entire time and space

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“My name is Zeon, and my weapon is the entire desert.”

The Earth underwent terraforming. As a result, the oceans evaporated, and the land transformed into sand.

On the desertified Earth, Zeon became the sole Sand Mage.

The world named him the Sand Ghost.

As the future High-Ranking among Elven, I was meant to be dignified and holy—but my friends never gave me the chance. One is a human prodigy turned “cripple” after an accident, determined to prove everyone wrong. Another is the Demon King, whose idea of preparing for war involves turning his entire race into farmers. As I watch my friends stir chaos in their own ways, I can’t help but wonder—how did I end up in the middle of all this?

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?