My Youth Began With Him - Chapter 4911 - In The Remaining Lifetime (91)

Introduction: Gu Junqing has traveled to many urban novels in his previous life, and became one of the cannon fodder villains. As a villain, he should take it as his responsibility to steal the protagonist’s girlfriend. Why should the protagonist be able to sail smoothly and be invincible in the world? Let…

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A random invitation completely changed one man's life. Never to live the same ordinary days ever again.

Dungeons appeared, followed by the discovery of monsters and mystical races; the common sense of the modern world turned on its head the moment superhumans began to awaken and fight back these monsters.

Because they found something spectacular when killing the monsters...

The monsters dropped special items, from weapons and armour to resources and gold.

They were heralds of a new era!

These new resources could fuel the world's power, making fossil fuels and nuclear power obsolete.

Overnight, the world as people knew it changed.

Reality warped, welcoming the end of normal life and causing the world to spiral deeper into a mysterious chain of events.

The boy shouldering immense debt, inferior feelings due to his looks and dropping out of university.

Maybe fate gifted him this chance while looking at the strange app.

He has the chance to turn his life around forever, so he chooses.

To enter the Eternal Dungeon.

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I, who should have died after being hit by a car, was born again in another world.

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.