Under The Veil of Night - Chapter 674 The Real Plan

—She is a girl with a bright smile on the battlefield.

With her silver hair fluttering in the air and dark eyes, the girl sprinted on the battlefield. Her name is Olivia, whose hands is stained with the blood of her enemies as she shows an innocent smile.

The deep knowledge and combat techniques of the entity who called itself a Death God has been branded onto her body. On Olivia’s 15th birthday, the Death God suddenly disappeared. Olivia enlisted with the Royal Army and started fighting in the war as she searched for clues.

Lunar Calendar Year 998. The Kingdom has suffered consecutive losses to the Empire aiming to conquer the entire continent. The innocent girl who lacked common sense will step into the battlefield as the “Strongest Chess Piece” of the Kingdom, and go down the path of a hero—!

Urban love story. Chase them if you like them ah.

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Lucifer travels to the world of One Piece, binds the system, and obtains the fruit of words and the power of hell demons at the beginning.Everything Lucifer says will become reality, and matter can be summoned or generated through sound.Flash, lightning, fire, ice, magma, gravity, earthquake, all powerful abilities, Lucifer can use.By beheading enemies, Lucifer earns kill points, which buy more powerful powers.Akainu: As soon as Lucifer speaks, my magma can only be used to light candles.Kizaru: As soon as Lucifer opened his mouth, my flash was slower than a turtle.Whitebeard: My Shock Fruit can't shake a rock.Kaido: My immortality has failed.Redhead: Why is my strongest Conqueror's Haki gone?Five Elders: Please, stop talking.Lucifer: I haven't done it yet, why are you so stupid?Everyone: You didn't do anything, but you did.Lucifer: A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands.From then on, a hell demon who used his mouth to attack invincible opponents all over the world was born.Disclaimer: This is Translation

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.