Alpha Culinary Love - Chapter 125: Bonus chapter

Good Looks: More handsome than gods.OP Skill: Perfect Copy.PP Size: Massive.Wealth: Abundant.Mission: Defeat the Demon Queen.Henry was your normal, handsome high school student; he never got in fights or trouble as he was too busy focusing on girls. Unfortunately, his life was cut short when he got in trouble with Mafias, who ended his life.Henry was given a second chance at life in a new world by a goddess–the goddess of lust under one condition, defeating the Demon Queen.In the new world, magic wasn't a myth as all humans had Mana flowing in them and different power systems, but something was different in this world: the females were stronger than the males, and 90% of the world's population were females.In this world of swords and magic ruled by females, Henry was determined to reach the top alongside all the beauties he could gather but that was easier said than done as he had to fight his way to the top, but no female could defeat his lust system.Additional tags: Smut - Weak to strong - Magic - Action - Beasts - Monster girls - Elves - Demon girls - dragon girls - No NTR - No Yuri - Handsome male lead.

“I won't divorce you, Melissa. Until your last breath, you will live with me in this nameless marriage,” Radulf declared.Melissa Rosetta, the illegitimate daughter of the Alpha King and an omega servant, had no choice but to comply with her father's demand― marry Radulf De Lagrange, the fallen Alpha of the once-powerful Shadow Hunter Pack.Despite being the strongest dominant alpha, Radulf's influence and power crumbled when his father was accused of treason against the crown.As for Radulf's punishment? He was forced to marry a weak, wolf-less omega, who he had nothing but disdain for. To top it off, he was sent to the Western Frontier on his wedding day.Melissa eagerly awaited Radulf's return as she suffered through ridicule, believing that when he did, he would be happy to see how mighty his pack had become under her care.However, after four years, Radulf returned with a beautiful woman, shattering Melissa's heart.“You betrayed me while I stayed loyal to you. I don't want to live with you and watch your affair with another woman. Divorce me, Radulf, and free me from this marriage. If you don't wish to do that, then mark me,” Melissa demanded on the day of his return.“Divorce you, Feisty Princess? Never! If you want to get marked, then beg me or seduce me to do so,” Radulf challenged.On the day of his rut, he said, “Melissa, my mate, allow me to mark you.”

Dancing on the point of a knife, as a dancer in the dark, his dance steps makes the enemy tremble.

As a man who is followed by the goddess of fortune, he has been reborn with two years of experience in the game, numerous raid experience, hidden task guide and the best equipment references. The things he once lost, what he didn’t hold and those that had been taken, he is going to get them back.

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”