Super Card System - Chapter 676: The Left Hand of the Pirate King

After dumping the Obsessive Tyrant, I was entangled######[Sickly Obsessive Maxim Sinclair VS Cunning Little Fox Summer Lowell]President of Sinclair Group, Maxim Sinclair, is ruthless, unfeeling, and notoriously uninterested in women, never rumored to be with any woman.However, only he knows that the woman bold enough to come undercover beside him, achieving her goal before fleeing, has haunted his sleepless nights for an entire year!Until that day, she unexpectedly returns to the country, parachuting in as the design director of a rival company...“Director Lowell, you used me and threw me away. Did I agree to this?”“Feelings fade, naturally things end. Why must President Sinclair pursue relentlessly?”“Summer Lowell, let me tell you, even if I have to go to hell, I will take you with me!”...People gasp in sympathy, assuming this reckless woman is doomed to a fate worse than death.Little do they know, he has long laid an inescapable net, waiting for her to walk right into it.“I will trap you in a place where only I can see you, forever!”———[The Heroine is Career-Oriented, The Hero is Pathologically Obsessive, Known as the Jealous King of the Demon Capital!]

After everything that Zaroth had was stolen from him, he decided to live solely for his desires, morals be damned!Close to his death, he resurrects and tames a mythical dragon, who turns out to be a breathtaking woman.Learning that in order to explore her body, he must grow stronger so he doesn’t die during the act, Zaroth sets a clear goal for himself: to get stronger.“But I’m curious about something.”“Hm? What is it?” Luna asked, raising an eyebrow.“You said you judged me. How did you do that? Why was I worthy?”Luna’s smile darkened, her eyes glowing with a dangerous intensity.“Despite knowing you would die, you didn’t pray to the gods. On the contrary, you declared that you would kill every single one of them like the dogs they are. In my life, you’re the only one who’s ever made such a declaration, which is why I couldn’t leave you behind—someone who dares to share my dream.”

You—once a genius, who died young and reincarnated into a magical world.Yet your birthplace was nothing more than a ruined village at the world’s very edge.A village with not the faintest trace of magic or miracle.And of course—you were no different.But you did not give up.With all your strength, with every scrap of knowledge from your past life, you raised that village to new heights.And so, forty years passed.You became the leader, revered and trusted by all.Just as you were ready to accept a plain, ordinary life—suddenly:[Ding! Host’s support in the village has reached 100%. Supreme Creator System activated.][System binding initiated…][System binding delayed by 40 years. Calculating compensation rewards…][Compensation issued: 99999…9999 System Points. System Store now active.]Finally—forty years! Do you have any idea how I endured these forty years?!System!Redeem: 999,999 Levels!Redeem: Calamity Puppet Army!Redeem: Supreme Universe Core!Redeem: Throne of Annihilation!Redeem: Directive of Causality Erasure!…Ten thousand centuries later.On the battlefield of the multiverse.The allied fleets of dozens of high civilizations tore open a cosmic barrier.“What universe is this? Why has it not yet submitted to our Federation?”Before the words were finished, the starry sea beyond flared into blinding brilliance.Billions of rivers of time reversed their flow before their eyes, and the laws of the entire multiverse began to hum in unison.An invisible pressure descended, forcing every being to the ground, unable to lift their heads.Then came a calm, middle-aged voice:“Welcome… to my universe.”

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.