Realm-Hopping Martial Master - Chapter 65 - 64: County Dignitary’s Invitation! Young Martial Artists Feast! (Please Follow)

Lou Yao Yao wasted her life fighting over a man, only to find out he wasn’t worth it in the end. Because of this man, she accidentally killed her rival in love, and even ruined the man who had always been watching over her.

Getting reborn as her 20 year old self, there is still time to fix everything. Lou Yao Yao decided to live as a genuine vicious woman. After getting her hands on the loyal like-a-dog man, she would show that cheating couple what pure loving affection looked like.

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[A/N: The MC is obsessive and mentally unstable. This will not be “fixed.” Any growth happens alongside these traits, not in place of them.]Join discord for ai generated characters and scenes.https://discord.gg/7gVKGMNx7***********What is obsession?It begins as fixation, and ends as devotion, madness, or destruction.Obsessive love can be beautiful.It can also turn even the sane into insane. So what happens when a madman becomes obsessed?…………Julius was never normal. Expelled from school, shunned by society, he committed crimes for amusement and avoided the world as fiercely as it avoided him.With time, his mind fractured further, until he encountered her.“Rosalina Valentina.”The villainess of The Severed Threadc novel.Reading about her quieted the chaos inside him. With ecccccvery chapter, his fixation deepened. He wanted her to win, to crush her enemies, to stand above the world, and more than anything, to be happy.But the author denied her that ending.Rosalina Valentina was killed by her own lover.Broken by loss and consumed by rage,Julius was ready to kill the author…..until a message appeared before his eyes.WANT TO CHANGE EVERYTHING? THEN DIE!Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.Bang.When Julius opened his eyes again, he was no longer a reader.“I transmigrated as the main Villain?”

An edict bestowed marriage.

A noble daughter with three strikes: no talent, no looks, no virtue.

A trash wangye – disfigured, disabled, seriously ill.

Everyone says: Perfect match!

Bridal veil down–she wore a shallow smile. Leisurely and calm. Having experienced life and death, she only wanted to lead a quiet life.

Going up to the wedding hall–he had a slight smile on his face; a heart as cold as ice. He suffered all kinds of humiliation, but there will be a day when he will stand above all beneath the heavens.

–He is my husband. To bully him is to bully me. To insult him is to insult me. To hurt him is to hurt me. If someone were to hurt me, I would have to get to rid of them!

–Benwang doesn’t believe in supernatural beings and doesn’t seek heaven. If she were to die, benwang would turn this entire world into purgatory and sacrifice this whole country to her!

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Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.