Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 673 The Head Manager’s miserable condition

The cousin that Jing Huan has been closest to since he was a child was labelled as “the other woman” in a certain popular online game: only after devoting herself did she know that the other party was a jerk with a girlfriend.

After 20 years of dedicating his life to opera ever since he had quit the performing arts high school, he had failed at an interview. Losing his motivations, Jo Yunjae depended on alcohol to live out his days until one day, he had been sent back 20 years in time, to the day before his high school admission.

Being reborn into the isolated world of Goldoria, a land filled with lost civilizations, dead gods, and an ever-spreading decay, Rael must survive, grow, and rise amidst the Era of Ruin — a time where people hide behind high walls and live under a feudal society.Being “lucky” enough to be branded an exile and cast out from the walls of Grandveil, he awakens a system he can’t fully trust, yet must rely on to survive and forge his predestined dominion.------------------------------------------------The system grants no overpowered abilities, no sudden power-ups — only manuscripts, techniques, and blueprints from the pre-Godfall eras.If Rael desires strength, he must earn it through grit, pain, and sweat.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”