CEO's Regret After I Divorced - Chapter 286 Collapse at the Boardroom

( EXTREME MATURE)Lucian Bloodmoor died once, and discovered that death was not peace, but terror.Granted a second life, he is reborn as a vampire into one of the most powerful bloodlines in the kingdom. From birth, he is blessed with unmatched magical aptitude, power so overwhelming it could topple nations and erase dynasties. Yet even that is not enough.Haunted by the terror of a final, irreversible death, Lucian becomes obsessed with achieving true immortality. Morality, loyalty, and restraint mean nothing in the face of that fear. Sacrifices will be made, countless, unforgivable sacrifices, and every one of them will be justified in his mind.He tramples over all who stand in his way and claims anyone who can serve his purpose. Elves, humans, slaves, commoners, aristocrats, and even other races are consumed by his ambition. Not even his own kind are spared from his descent into madness.This is not a tale of heroism, nor redemption. It is the story of a man whose delusions and obsessions shattered lives, drowned kingdoms in blood, and bent the world around a single, terrifying goal.And through it all, Lucian Bloodmoor never stops walking forward..................Extra tags.#NoYuri.#NoNTR#Harem#Yandere#MILFs#Wincest#Virgins#Elves#Beastkin#Spirits#Demons#Dragons#Queens#Princesses#KinksNOTE:Extra chapters will be based on the response I received on Golden tickets,Power sones and performance.

The notion of destiny is mysteriously unfathomable! Some fight to the death but fail to grasp it, ultimately regretting their journey on the path of immortality. Yet there are those who are born with great destiny, not only blessed with innate talent, their luck is defying the heavens. Heavenly Grade Techniques, rare treasures, Elixirs, no matter where they go, they encounter them! One day, the treasure-hoarding Clan Leader sent a message, “There are too many treasures, our Family’s Treasure Vault can’t hold them all!” Upon hearing this, Lin Tianming couldn’t help but smile wryly. “It seems like treasures have eyes of their own, always finding me when I go out, but this isn’t what I intended at all!” PS: This book is also known as “I don’t want to be the son of Qi Luck!” “I really don’t want to pick up garbage anymore!”

He wasn’t some chosen hero.Not the golden boy in prophecy.He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate,A mistake, a misfit.Not blessed by heaven.Too stubborn for hell.And now…Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods.The world had already been broken long before he came into it.People sinned, as they always do—And one day, the sky finally answered.The day God turned away,Everything fell.Cities burned.Families vanished.The silence afterward was louder than any explosion.But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind.A final olive branch—if you could call it that.A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness.Talents.Powers.Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared.And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared—Waiting to receive his talent,He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense.Instead…He awakened something different.A hidden SSS-ranked talent.The kind with a condition attached.A catch.And just like that, everything went wrong.Laughter.Whispers.Stares like knives.He became a joke.A disappointment.Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers.Then the bullying started.The beating.The betrayal.And one day, it nearly killed him.He lay there, bleeding.Angry.Humiliated.A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake.But it wasn’t.And then—A sound.> [Ding! Conditions have been met][Host has been successfully selected as a God Candidate][Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world]Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him.He didn’t smile.Didn’t cry.Didn’t feel triumphant.He just felt tired.And then, something in him shifted.One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface:“I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.”Not for power.Not for glory.But because he was done being the punchline.That’s how his journey began.Not as a hero.Not yet a monster.Just a boy who had lost too much—And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage.The question now is:Will the world break him again?Or will he become the god who remakes it?

Damian, a Centurion of the Punishment Unit of the Baroque Kingdom. “Damn it.” Just once. If I were given just one more chance… ‘I would have truly conquered the battlefield with these guys.’ At the age of 30, he closed his eyes on a nameless battlefield. But when he opened them, he found himself back 17 years in the past. And this time, he had a perfectly functioning mana core that could wield magic. ‘This time.’ I will rise higher than anyone else. I won’t be swept away by the turbulent times. ‘I will conquer.’ Damian, who has returned to the past, wields his spear toward the world.