Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One - Chapter 334 - 237: Black Sky Bodhisattva’s Seal!_2

I am the sword.

Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!

I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

- Description from Novelupdates

I once believed life a simple equation: the wealthy thrive, the impoverished endure, the unburdened soar. Yet, even the freest of birds find their wings clipped by unseen cages. In this world, no station offers sanctuary; suffering, an inescapable shadow, finds all. And in its grim embrace, all paths converge upon death.This is not a chronicle of fleeting hope.This is not a legend whispered of redemption.This is the harrowing saga of a man twice shattered by the cruel hand of fate.... crushed, betrayed, mutilated. A soul condemned to an endless cycle of reincarnation, dragged back to a world that refuses to release its grip, only to fall, again and again. Each return a fresh descent into the abyss.But will he forever kneel, a puppet to his torment? Will he remain the naive fool who clung to the illusion of kindness? Or will the fractured remnants of his being coalesce into a force the world has never witnessed? A mastermind forged in the crucible of despair. A monster destined to unravel all, even himself.This is the tale of Veythor: the man who defied the quietude of death.And perhaps… the man who will shatter fate itself.

The daughter of Prime Minister is a nympho?

The brutish Prince is her husband?

The stroppy Princess wants to kick her husband off the marriage sedan?!

“Shit! I want a divorce!”

“Why?!”

“You can’t satisfy me in bed!”

The next day, Prince Chennan becomes the laughingstock of the whole Kingdom of Dayue.

How Hua Yueling, the Stroppy Princess with a soul from 21st century, will create her legendary story in this ancient world?

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To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.