MTL - Dragon Ball Z: Attack of Raditz - Chapter 32 z warriors

{MATURE— DARK ROMANCE, MENTION OF SA ON AND OFF SCREEN, BULLY, ABUSE}Read the warning before clicking to read, thank you.In a world ruled by wolves, I am the mistake that breathes.Well, my name is Lisa and I’m twenty one years old.I am the girl with no wolf. No rank. No name worth remembering. Just a human girl trapped in a pack that never wanted me. Scrubbing floors, serving tables, surviving insults , I’ve learned to stay invisible. Until the night of the coronation.Until them.Three brothers. Three Alphas. Fated by blood. Feared by all.And somehow, fated… to me?I didn’t ask for the bond. I didn’t ask for the fire in their eyes when they looked at me, or the hate that followed. I was never meant to belong to anyone, much less them. But fate is cruel, and the Moon has secrets she’s just begun to whisper.You think I will still be alive to tell the story

Everyone transmigrated to the High Continent and became a Lord to participate in the conquest between Lords from all the other races.
A few lucky Lords would receive Lord Talents.
“Hah! My talent is the Knight’s Hall, a Diamond-Tier Lord Talent! My subjects can job change into a unique warrior class, the Combat Spirit Knight!”
“My Lord Talent is the King of Abyss. I can summon demons to become my subjects!”
“I have a lot of subjects who are scientists! I can create advanced technologies!”
“My Talent allows me to cultivate! I’ll become a celestial!”
Zhou Zhou received a Legendary-Tier Lord Talent — 100% drop rate!
Not only could he see the things he would receive from an enemy, but his enemies would drop all of their loot when they were defeated.
“Watch as I make you drop your Talents!”

Reyhan Alther died at the age of 20 and was reincarnated… as the wind. Formless and directionless, he drifted through a new world filled with wonder and cruelty. But from that breeze, everything began. With a mysterious power called the Divine Spirit System, Reyhan slowly rose—guiding spirits, gathering followers, and changing the course of the world. From a lonely gust, he became a figure known as Father… even to the gods.A battle of fate awaits. But before that, there's still time for the wind to whisper… and maybe crack a small joke or two.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”