Starting as a Class Five Mutant - Chapter 632

It’s been 11 years since I’ve lived for others and not for me.

The moment I cried out wanting to get away from my exhausting life, I opened my eyes in the body of some Count’s 20-year-old daughter.

Since this happened, I decided to live my life freely as a single woman.

But…

“I need a lady to act as my fake wife for a certain period of time.”

“A contract marriage?”

“The term is one year. When the time is up, I’ll give you divorce with no strings attached.”

The Duke of the Empire whom I had happened to meet at a ball was hitting on me.

Turns out he’s no other than the Emperor’s beloved brother, Duke Scade!

Hold on, it’s just going to end in a clean divorce with no strings attached?

“You should also give me alimony. Give me one of the best lands of the Ducal household with 10 years’ worth of profit.”

“…..What?”

“If you don’t want to do that, then we cannot get married.”

This time I’m going to live a life taking care of the things I need first!

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“I’ll escort you since it’s late.”

Where to? My bedroom is just around the corner.

“Tonight, I’ll do my best.”

No, I don’t need you to do that.

“Did you just look at that man?”

Excuse me, Duke, you said it’s for a limited time only, so why do you keep obsessing over me?

A chilling air swept across the desert as a figure in a black cloak and obsidian crown walked toward the advancing army of House Elyria.With a raise of his hand, the sun turned black, plunging the battlefield into darkness. The wind ripped away the sand, revealing an ocean of skulls, and from it, thousands of undead surged, surrounding the army.Blood spilled, and with each death, the army grew—undead rising even before their bodies hit the ground. The figure stepped onto the shoulder of a massive giant, its molten eyes burning as it crushed entire squads with a single swing.As the black sun set, only the general remained. Kneeling, he glared.“You think this will go unanswered? House Elyria is one of the strongest forces on the continent!”The figure smirked. “Your House will answer soon enough. I’ll be visiting it tonight.”With a wave, the undead surged, swallowing him whole.--After his death in an accident, Roye awakens in the midst of a dark sacrificial ritual, surrounded by hundreds of lifeless corpses inside the body of Roye Valdrin—a disowned noble, the forgotten younger brother of a ruthless villainess, and the discarded ex-fiancé of a destined heroine.Worse yet, he has transmigrated into the world of Valoria, a dark fantasy realm where humanity began reclaiming its place on the surface only eight hundred years ago, after living underground for millennia with no idea why they were forced to hide in the first place.A world where gods and ancient emperors still influence the living from their graves.A world where politics run amok.A world where evil hearts and questionable morality lurk beneath a beautiful facade.Could he even survive in such a brutal world?Core Bloodline Acquired—Special Inheritance Gained: Apostle of Death.(Rank- Unknown)Roye doesn’t know if he will survive, but he knows one thing: he’ll do whatever it takes. Messing with the plot, killing main characters—nothing is off-limits.If the world wants to destroy him, he’ll burn it down first.

The Great Norther Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon. These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history. Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan. ‘These cursed chains weren’t something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’

The Northern Ice Fields had no boundaries.

The Winter Wolves hid within the snow, the Frost Tigers growled incessantly, and the roars of Giants echoed throughout the land. Many species struggled to survive in the icefield. At the same time, a baby White Dragon possessing the power of time broke out of its egg and opened its platinum-colored eyes.

Years later, the legendary Time Dragon appeared, moving freely between the endless past, present, and future.