Back To The 90s: The Resilient Daughter-In-Law - Chapter 138 - : He’s a Bad Guy_1

After living a mundane life for seventy years, an ordinary man named Ethan dies.Only to awaken as Caelan Aetherisin,in a world beyond his wildest imagination. Reborn as a member of a prestigious vampire royal family, he finds himself entangled in the complex power dynamics of the vampire aristocracy. With five ancient vampire houses ruling the night, tensions brew beneath the surface—old rivalries, political machinations, and deep secrets threaten to tear them apart. Yet, as they face a looming, sinister force that threatens to annihilate their kind, alliances must be formed, and the balance of power will shift in unexpected ways.As the main character navigates his newfound immortality, he must master his powers, understand his role in this dangerous world, and deal with his growing harem—each member more mysterious and powerful than the last. But with desire comes darkness, and he will soon uncover disturbing truths about his family and the world of vampires.Warning: This story contains explicit adult themes, including violence, gore, and disturbing content (incest, and more). Reader discretion is advised.

Everyone knew Shen Nianshen so well.
In this world, there would probably be no female creatures that could enter his heart. Even the most beautiful girl in the school was coldly rejected.

Until one day, when there was a basketball match at the school. In the front row of the audience, there was a girl whose head was accidentally hit by the ball.

Shen Nianshen immediately ran to her. Everybody thought that he only went to get the ball. Unexpectedly, he squatted down in front of the girl, stroked her head gently, and asked anxiously, “Does it hurt?”

This a sweet love story between a cold guy and a lively girl.

- Description from Novelupdates

When I died I meet with this being who offered me a new chance at life, to actually become someone important and I agreed and was reborn as none other as the First Man.But to think that everything that I ever knew was nothing more than a lie, what am I going to do to survive in such a world?

Set in the Shadow Slave world...a time before Sunny was born...this story follows a simple soldier who must survive in a dystopian, apocalyptic landscape where magic and gun warfare collide.In a far-off Quadrant known as North America, a young soldier named Hope is 16 years old when he gets infected by the Nightmare Spell. He passed! But...he feels a bit scammed...?A flaw that makes him fade from people's memories...A cursed attribute that makes him remember everything endlessly in eternal wakefulness...It's as if the Spell is twisting his future and existence into an almost improbable one.All he has ever known his purpose to be was to serve as a simple soldier. Not too powerful. But not so weak either. And maybe, just maybe like some others, become an Awakened. Although he never dreamt of being one.Now that his whole life is compromised after his First Nightmare, his first objective is to survive on his own. But as he tries to escape his fate, his actions seem to lead him further from his goal.He struggles against obstacles that slowly grow bigger and out of proportion.Maybe the Dream Realm and the Real World aren't so different than one may think.Hope's journey involves uncovering secrets and gaining knowledge about his true nature and his new role in the world.Is he fit to be a hero?Could he redefine it?***Please read the READER DISCLAIMER in Volume 0.This is my spin-off novel of “Shadow Slave” by Guiltythree.But please don't expect the same writing style, setting, and characters, especially the main character.This story reveals more about how people/cities/governments operate after the Spell’s arrival. I always find it interesting how maybe one country handles it fairly, but how others handle it with desperation to the point that you question humanity.There will be easter eggs pointing to the original novel either intentional for the plot or unrelated to it, but all for fun.I am a new author so props to all who bear with me and helps me improve my writing. If it is not for you, please don't leave outright hate comments. Eat wassabi instead if you want pain. Critique and advice would be great too.