Primordial Soul's Rebirth - Chapter 17 - – Silent Confrontation.

Dr Dalton Wyatt, a world renowned Scientist and Inventor is transmigrated to the body of a high school student Dalton Wyatt who committed suicide due to unfortunate circumstances and complicated life.

Zeke Draker,The first failure to awaken among the direct descendants of the Dragonslayer family.Expelled from his family for possessing the talent of a Healer instead of a swordsman.Zeke struggled desperately to become stronger, only to face a miserable death.At the moment of his death, strange letters appeared before his eyes.[The soul of the Elder Dragon is engraved into the spirit of the one who possesses will.][An irrevocable and promised power is activated.]When he regained consciousness, he opened his eyes twenty years in the past, in the family that had abandoned him.“If I can become stronger, I will use anything at my disposal.”A new awakening with an immortal power.The legend of a Dragonslayer with a different class begins.

Polygamy is abolished.

We don’t have to force ourselves to live together anymore…

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?