Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang! - Chapter 176

I came to a world where comics are prosperous, but why do cartoonists here have such an incomparable title of secondary school!

With the idea of ​​interest, Chen Zijun planned to become a cartoonist.

Reader: “Shameless old thief, hurry up and fill the ice hole, how can it be repaired.”

“Ah, ah, without Haruhi Suzumiya seeing me dying.”

“April is your lie, I burst into tears after reading it.”

“Our days are inscribed on the ring.”

In this way, Chen Zijun happily started the old thief road of digging holes and not filling them in another world.

Group number: 663695803, welcome to join the group to play.

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********(WARNING: This novel’s MC is Laurence’s disciple, since both of them love to cuss at everyone’s faces…. Just kidding! xD xD. Just like my other work that has a warning at the top… So, please read at your own risk! ^_^)*********Not all villains are evil. Sometimes, their experiences and how others treated them shaped them into what they are today.*********“How amusing! Do you really think that being labeled as a [tyrant], a [bully], and a [villain] would be that outstanding?! Why don’t you come here right now and let me punch you in the face so that you can wake up from your f*cking delusional sh*t!”*********In his first life, for some unknown reason, he was betrayed, framed, and stripped of his status as a noble and labeled him as a “traitor” or in the worst case, a “villain”.Now, as he faced execution and prepared to die when suddenly an unknown entity called [system] offered him a chance to be a world-hopper and complete various tasks in different worldlines. The system also promised him to grant his greatest desire should he ever consent to be bound by the [system].With no other choice, he accepted the entity’s offer and after millennium years’ worth of transmigration, for some unknown reason, the system prompted him to be reincarnated back to his first life that he had forsaken….As the “villainous” Third Young Master of Marquis Chevalier Household from Stellarus Empire.

“Was trying to forget my past and live a peaceful life… a mistake?”His twentieth birthday was supposed to be a celebration, not his final moments—bleeding out on a bed, betrayed, and left to die.'Taking the life of a ‘good’ person makes you a murderer, but taking the life of a ‘bad’ one makes you a savior… Why?'As death embraced him, he whispered his final words—“The world’s kindness, right till the end..”…Only to wake up in an unfamiliar body.“Wait… I’m Noir Ravenlock?”A doomed heir, born to rule the world yet bound to a fate engraved with blood.In a world where morality shapes strength, survival demands more than just power—it demands understanding.And Noir, a man or perhaps a demon who once saw the world through twisted eyes, may just see something no one else can.

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.