My Husband, Warm The Bed - Chapter 23 This was what a real kiss was like

A thousand years ago, the Great Calamity struck Earth. Countless rifts tore through reality, opening portals between the Demon Realm and the Human World. Overrun by monsters, humanity was on the brink of extinction. But at its darkest hour, something miraculous happened—those who died returned, awakening strange new powers that allowed them to fight back.Vale knew that story well. Maybe that's why he wasn't surprised when he heard the voice of the system speak to him.[ Congratulations! You have died. ][ Your First Trial of Death begins now. ]What truly shocked him, however, was the question burning in his mind:“Who would dare to assassinate the Second Prince of Verythmia?”

【Survival + Wasteland Reclamation】

Welcome to Survival World!

Here, forget everything you once had and try to live!

In the beginning, there is no tool other than a tree house seed, but you need to find hope in this dangerous jungle.

[Unlocking the creator permission of Survival World…]

what’s the situation? !

[Creator permission unlock failed…]

What is the situation? ? ?

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Ahjung is preparing to fake a marriage with her gay childhood friend Jigyung in order to earn 500,000 dollars. She was an unknown actress at the age of 33 and was expecting her parents to strongly disagree but wait. Why is no one stopping us? Why is this so easy?

And as the marriage was about to succeed.

“Brother, are you crazy?”

A man crashed in and shouted.

“I AM AGAINST THIS MARRIAGE!”

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.