Plundering in the Apocalypse - Chapter 96 I Didn’t Cheat On Her!! Okay!!

Yue Xiuzhi played the most hated villain in Q*dian for the sake of resurrection—— The master of the protagonist, who abused the protagonist in various ways in the early stage, was finally killed, but he couldn’t go back.

In order to compensate, the system sent him to the second world of this book, where Little Protagonist was only five years old, and Yue Xiuzhi could OOC casually, ignoring any plot.

So, Yue Xiuzhi happily spoiled the wolf cub.

But he didn’t know that the protagonist of the body world who was abused by him in various ways would occasionally possess the Little Protagonist in this world.

This Son of Heaven was surprised to find that the hypocrite master, whom he hated so much, actually pampered the “self” of this world.

He had been tortured in various ways because of his demonic nature, but the master of this world, after discovering that “he” in this world had demonic nature, said: “Demon qi and spiritual qi are just a form of energy. Spiritual cultivation and demonic cultivation are just a way of pursuing the Dao. In spiritual cultivation, there are people with human faces and animal hearts, and there are demons who have clear grievances.”

He became jealous but did not want to admit it, in the step by step fall, he found out that the person who died for him, his best friend, his first love, and his most hateful master, were actually the same person!

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The number one swordsman Zhao Jiangui is the martial world’s best hope for peace: All he has to do is seduce the Demon Sect Leader.

You have no memories. You don’t know who you are or why you’re here. But none of that matters.You are one of a thousand chosen, thrown into the Pantheon’s Ordeal, a brutal trial created by the gods. The rules are simple: survive, grow stronger, and uncover the truth about yourself. But this trial is not fair. The challenges will break you. The monsters will hunt you. And the people beside you? They are not your allies, they are your competition.Only ten will make it to the end. The rest will be lost forever. But if you survive, the gods will reward you with power beyond imagination.Now, fight. Endure. Remember who you are.Dune wakes up in a strange, empty place with no memory of who he is or how he got there. All he knows is that he needs to survive.As he faces dangerous creatures, humans, and tough trials, Dune starts to uncover fragments of his past. He meets allies and enemies, each revealing new clues about the mysterious world around him.Driven by a need to remember, Dune pushes through impossible, hoping to reclaim his identity and uncover the truth about world he’s trapped in.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.