Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 842 - Creation of the Netherworld

[By the Author that brought you “Martial God Regressed to Level 2”]The Swordmaster, who unified the continent and vanquished the Demon King with nothing but his sword, thought he would live out his days peacefully in a world of tranquility.One day, however, he awakens 1,000 years later in the body of a distant descendant.In a world where magic is now held in higher regard than the sword, the empire has crumbled, and the imperial lineage has fallen into ruin.“More importantly, what is this pathetic excuse for a body?”He now inhabits the body of Kaylen, once known as a “walking slime”.With the demonic realm invading once again, he makes a vow:“Since I’ve mastered the sword, I might as well master magic too.”Thus begins the return of a transcendent being, armed with unparalleled magic and absolute swordsmanship, destined to save the world!

Gu Changge, a noble lady from a wealthy family, is a well-known business legend in Yuncheng, going into business at 15, taking over as President of Gu Group at 18 and becoming Chairman of the family business at 30.
She is murdered by her husband Shao Tianze, just to give his mistress Gu Changle a healthy heart. But a premeditated car accident makes Gu Changge revive in a new guise and settle into an 18-year-old girl, Song Yunxuan.
The new face, young body and experienced soul become her weapons of revenge. In her struggle with the four big families in Yuncheng, can Gu Changge shrink back? Will she open her broken heart again? Can she always head off dangers in power struggles?
Let’s find out if Gu Changge can revenge herself and create glory again.

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agreed. He thought they might just talk, have a few drinks, and that nothing significant would happen. However, she invited him to a hotel, and they spent the night together.The next morning, she told him it was just a one-night stand and that they would probably never meet again. She said goodbye and left. Ronan also decided to treat it like that.The next day, at his college's hosting club, Ronan was given the responsibility of hosting that year's annual function, where they had invited a singer.When Ronan looked up at the singer, he was shocked—it was the same woman he had spent the night with. After checking her history and social media, he formed an impression of her. Every picture she posted was in revealing clothes, bikinis, or almost nude outfits.He concluded that she was just a promiscuous woman, likely driven by lust, and that she had probably chosen to spend the night with him simply because she found him handsome.Understanding this, Ronan decided to focus on his work. That morning, she had made it clear that it was just a one-night stand and nothing more. He would treat it exactly that way and carry out his responsibilities.Protagonist has System---No NTRIt's Harem, with many girls but The Singer is Main Heroine.

I became the fiancé of the tyrant male lead, a character who becomes a villainess because she was obsessed with the beautiful tyrant.

Of course, in the end, she was killed by the tyrant.

Still, this all happened before the original story began.

After diligently performing a dozen or so actions that would cause me to be dumped by him, I succeeded in becoming a sound friend of the tyrant, who turned out better than I had thought.

“How was it?” asked the female lead, who he saw for the first time.

“Hmm?”

“I meant your meeting with Miss Diel (female lead), Your Majesty.”

He tilted his head slightly. Hey, don’t pretend you aren’t interested.

It is said that he fell in love at first sight, but I saw it all.

Hehe. I chuckled and poked his arm with my finger.

“You know what? Please let me know if you have someone you like.”

“Why? So you can kill her?”

Heh, do you think I’m like you?

I smiled sincerely and answered him. “Well, I’ll break off our engagement at the right time.”

“Miss.”

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

I somehow became speechless after my gaze met his glaring eyes.

He stared at me and laughed quietly in a slightly husky voice. In a subdued voice, he then said, “Don’t make a joke like that.”

His hand stealthily and gently brushed off the strand of hair on my cheek.