Dark Warlock in the Apocalypse - Chapter 127 Elemental stones

(Marriage in place + silly wife + vest + sweet pet + strong man and strong woman + pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger)

After a calculation, she had to marry her sister, who was rumored to be blind and lame, and could not live beyond the age of thirty.

Later, everyone in the capital knew that the powerful Mo family, Mo Yuchen, married a fool and spoiled her.

someday.

The foolish girl leaned against the man’s arms, touched the man’s Adam’s apple and said, “There are rumors in the capital that you married a fool. Do you want me to show them my vest? Block their mouths?”

The man grabbed her small hand and put his arms around her small waist, his Adam’s apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse and too low, “Little Luoluo, be nice~ The vest is not in a hurry, there are more important things right now.”

“What’s up?”

A stupid girl is puzzled.

“Deadly thing.”

After speaking, the man hugged her by the waist.

If you want to show your vest, go dream!

He didn’t want his wife to be missed!

- Description from novelbuddy

I’ll give you an opportunity—but not for free.Gates have opened all over Earth, unleashing hordes of monsters from other dimensions. Humanity stands on the brink of extinction, with only ten years left until the end of Earth as it is.With my awakened skills, Record and Time Rabbit’s Luggage, I’ve spent seventy-six lifetimes trudging through these grueling regressions. The repetition ends here, on this Attempt.But it’s unfair if I’m the only one suffering, right? So let’s share the burden.“Ah, don’t sweat it! I’ll give you a good opportunity. For what you’re getting, it’s a bargain, don’t you think?”

Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water.

She paused in front of her kitchen’s window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion’s garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening.

Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body.

A DEAD BODY!

Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, ”What are you doing?!“

Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here.

“Gardening.”

“And the body?!”she looked at him in disbelief.

“Fertilizer,” he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?!

She then heard him ask her, “Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?” he gave her a sweet smile.

Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Corvin Blackmoor was a man carved by war and betrayal.From the blood soaked deserts of Afghanistan to the shadowed corridors of British Intelligence, he served and watched ideals crumble into lies.Patriotism. Honor. Loyalty.He buried them all long before a Quds Force assassin silenced his final breath.But death was only the beginning.Dragged from the ruins of a dying world, Corvin awakens in Valtheris. A savage world ruled by magic, where gods are myths, and survival is written in blood.He is no longer human.He is the last of the Dark Parasytes, an extinct race once so feared that every kingdom, every empire, and every mage order hunted them to extinction.Armed with Shadow Siphon, the power to replicate the strengths of others, Corvin stands alone at the bottom of an alien food chain.Weaker than a wild beast, with enemies and predators lurking in every forest, every court, every throne.Weakness is temporary, patience is eternal.In a world fractured by ancient wars, between noble Elves, scheming Demons, ruthless Humans, primal Feralis and Aetherborn Corvin will climb.He will feast. He will conquer.And in the shadows of Valtheris, the last predator will rise.No gods. No masters.Only the cold ambition of a man who has nothing left to believe in… but power itself.