PUBG Online Romance of the Century - Chapter 55 - He suddenly… really wanted to know what 1 looked like.

Valhǫll, a fantasy game with a touch of modernity.I thought I’d give it one last try with the rewards of achievements.I acquired extraordinary traits like [Death Avoidance], [Ironman], [Winds], traits I wouldn’t have chosen in ordinary circumstances.But I should have never started.I fell into a game where reaching the ending seemed impossible.With the body of an orphan wandering the market alleys.[Devil’s Blood], [Worst Condition], [Eccentric Actions], [Mysophobia].Plus burdened with hidden penalty traits.“Damn it.”Can I survive?No. I must survive, no matter what it takes.

He remembers nothing. But the world remembers him.In a land ruled by dying kings and false gods, a nameless high elf awakens — alone, hunted, and forgotten by history.He does not seek war.But war finds him.As monsters kneel, vampires swear loyalty, and ancient warriors rise from exile, the world begins to change. Whispers of prophecy stir. The gods grow silent.And above it all... the sky watches.Strategic. Dark. Mythic.This is not a tale of chosen heroes.This is the rise of something older.A 1,000+ chapter epic of forgotten divinity, shattered kingdoms, and the birth of a new world.Why Read?Slow-burn, high-stakes progression.Rich worldbuilding & political warfare.Followers you’ll fear and love.For fans of Overlord, Re:Zero, and Attack on Titan.

A few minutes before her wedding, Jeslyn found out her soon-to-be husband was only after the benefit he would get by marrying her. Heartbroken and feeling betrayed, she opted for the only option available at that moment, which was to get into a contract marriage with whichever man she could find, or else her family's fortune would end up in the hands of her enemies. …“Mister, please, will you marry me?” She asked him.A man she saw entering the restroom of the wedding venue. 'He must be one of the guests,' she thought.Maverick was taken aback by that proposal. He saw her flinch when he turned to look at her. It was apparent she got scared of him, yet she composed herself, ready to dive into the mystery before her.“It will be a marriage contract. We will get a divorce after one year,” he heard her say.He also needed a woman for his brat, so he responded, “Deal.”Unbeknownst to her, she just made a deal with the sweetest devil that could ever exist. ...He is the nightmare of country M, a country where evil rules.She is the little bunny raised with love and affection. Hurt a fly? No, she had never done that before.However, forced to become the demon's wife, she had no choice but to shed her fake persona.What little bunny? Who said she could not step on a pianist's fingers with her heels and pretend like she didn't mean it?Ha, those celebrities want to play the pity card? Do they want to garner the sympathy of the public? Well, why again is she called a 'little bunny'? Isn't it because she was the best at acting cute?Did no one tell these white lotuses wanting to dive into her husband's bed that she stole his soul when she spanked his naughty son?....Drop by my discord to have a one on one discussion with your author-- Hassy_101.Link belowhttps://discord.gg/CswFCgc2

Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines:one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire.And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory.I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history.I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale..........................Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.