Reborn As An Evolving Monster - Chapter 227 A Spirit’s Blood, I

"To be a star is to own the world and all the people in it."
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Two years ago, Aiden came to the United States to experience the American Dream. But after sleepless nights of struggle, just when he was on the verge of giving up, a translucent screen flashed in front of him - it was a System!

A System that would make him embark on a journey to Hollywood. And today, he takes his first step by mesmerising the world through his singing!

So come and join him, for his journey, has just begun.

Singing? I'm the best at it.
Acting? I have Oscars lying around in my bathroom; you can practice your acceptance with it.
Movie Direction? They call me the king of the box office.
Novel Writing? Two words: Best Seller.

From creating the highest-selling music album to becoming the world's most famous superhero - Aiden will do everything to write his own legend.

--- All the songs and movie scripts in this book will be Original, and I'll be the one writing them. ---
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There are three treasures in the imperial city: Me, my husband and my mother-in-law.Su Guifei¹ was favored and envied by countless imperial consorts in the harem. Chen Wang² grew up with His Majesty showing favoritism to him. However, anyone, who was more or less educated, would sigh with regret and say that this pair of mother and son were sure to come to a bad end in the future.Ming Jiuzhu, who was about to marry Chen Wang: Really? I don’t believe it.Chen Wang in Jiuzhu’s eyes: a beautiful and kindhearted little fairy boy vs. Chen Wang in the eyes of others: His Majesty and his favored consort’s hedonistic son.Jiuzhu often wondered why people always gazed at her and Chen Wang with a ‘you are doomed one way or another’ look. Could this be the ugly side of jealousy?Aiyah, the hearts of these people are so dirty.————–¹ Guifei – Noble Consort² Wang – Title given to adult sons of the Emperor.

Ryan, a normal office worker who could be considered an extra in a boring world, did his job regularly and spent time here and there.He found himself, by mistake, being killed by a female reaper. Yet, the only thing he received as justice was a chance to transmigrate into a new body with his memories intact.Meanwhile, that female reaper faced a very small punishment: her powers were suppressed for ten minutes, leaving Ryan with nothing but a mocking smirk from the reaper as she ridiculed him for being a meager human with no life that belonged to him. He was left with no choice but to stand in front of the one who had granted such “justice” and watch the reaper laugh while turning to leave the place.In front of him was the reincarnation pool, and beside it stood the woman smirking at his misery while completely powerless for a whole ten minutes—there was no justice for him here. With his hands clenched, he decided that if he was really going down, he would take her with him. Swiftly tackling her, he pushed the reaper and himself directly into the reincarnation pool.The next moment he knew, he found himself being born as a extra disposal substitute of the Ducal Prince, destined to die at the hands of the princess in his stead.Soon enough, he understood that instead of some random world, he had been transmigrated into the last novel he was reading and a fan of—Invincibility Starts with Marriage and Having Lots of Children.[ Disclaimer: First POV for main charcter is mixed in chapters with Third POV of other characters ]( Disclaimer: There could be mistakes in the chapters, not because I am weak in grammar or something, but when one has to write 8K a day, the chances of things being left out are pretty obvious. So, if you understand what that sentence means, just ignore the minor mistakes, but if you want to point out grammatical mistakes, please do so. I will correct them as soon as possible.)

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.