Warrior Training System - Chapter 254: Relationships of Flesh, Not Words (R-18)

What happens when a ruthless MMA champion, who's lived a life full of Dominance, Blood, and Indulgence, suddenly finds himself in the world of cultivation?Rahu, a fighter feared for his brutality and hedonistic way of life, who was just moments away from laying his hands on his latest ‘prize’ after another victory…All of a sudden, transmigrates into the body of a youth who was half-beaten to death just because a powerful clan elder’s wife took an interest in him?Thrown into an unfamiliar world where ‘Power’ reigns supreme. He awakens a terrifying physique [Infinite Dimension Physique] – One of the only three Forbidden constitutions in existence.The fists that once crushed men shall soon crush the arrogant gods.

All the experts were defeated, I want both beauty and wealth! The Dragon King returns to the city, bringing an end to peace! This is the legendary tale of a cultivation fiend.

Reincarnated with major advantages selected in haste. The new world is vast and hostile...a world almost infinite in scope. Essentially a Dyson Sphere created by magic and sustained by magic. A World Sphere. Can the MC delve into the mysteries of the sphere?

Look, I’m Riven Kael.Twenty-eight, data analyst, zero ambition beyond paying rent and avoiding small talk. My life was spreadsheets, instant ramen, and the occasional ghost I pretended not to see.Then one mandatory company gala, because of course it was mandatory, turned into the universe’s worst prank.I touched a cursed amulet.I just touched it.Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a penthouse that costs more than my entire bloodline, sporting a glowing marriage sigil on my wrist, legally and magically hitched to Azryth Valek.Yes, that Azryth Valek.The CEO of half the planet, a walking sin in a three-piece suit, an ancient demon lord who was literally sealed inside said amulet until I accidentally set him free.He says we’re bound. Separation means both of us die slowly and painfully.Soul-consumption optional but very much on the table if I’m stupid enough to fall for him. Which, newsflash, I am not. I’m not.Shut up.So now I’m living with an unfortunately hot CEO from hell, dodging assassination attempts disguised as corporate mergers, banishing spirits that show up at my desk like unpaid interns, and pretending we’re a power couple for the cameras while he smirks like he knows exactly how much I want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Or both.Brain, we are not doing this.I didn’t sign up for boardroom battles, multiversal rifts, or the terrifying realization that the arrogant demon who ruined my life might be the only one who truly sees me.But here I am. Still complaining, still fighting, still falling, against every shred of common sense, hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably in love.Because when the universe marries you to the devil, it doesn’t ask for consent.It just hands you the ring.And damn it, I’m keeping it.