Aura Revival: I Built Harem In Fantasy World - Chapter 11: Submission

Crossers invaded the world and thrust Humanity into an interworld conflict.Humanity's instinct for survival was stimulated—rekindling the ancestral bloodline's legacy that lies dormant within them. Vampires, Elves, and even Demons were not mere figures of fantasy, but rather the true ancestors of Humanity in ages past.Thus, Hybrids were reintroduced to the world.Lucivar Asarafall, a man of humble origin—failed to awaken his bloodline. Despite his good deeds, his family loathed him. In his final trial, he swore to succeed but fate intervened, he was chosen as the monthly sacrifice for his city.In a near-death experience, his bloodline awakened, an Angel.A turning point in his life, but soon he realized that he was not the Angel he thought to be.In a world where the rulers were descendants of Dracula, the Dark Prince—or Chi Long, the Inferno King, the bloodline of malevolent beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension coursed through Lucivar's veins.While others became Hybrids, Lucivar became the messenger of Evil Gods, a False Angel.“Who cares about good or evil? If I kill someone wicked, it's a win, one less rival in my way. If I kill someone noble, it is still a win—the world would've consumed them sooner or later. So why not let it happen by my hand? After all, I'm more practical. I became stronger and you get a painless death, win-win”———Very manipulative and unhinged MC, be warned. He's a slave to the Evil Gods.A trickster God.An arrogant God.A chaotic God.A wrathful God.A puritanical God.Read to find who these Gods are!———

The night that was supposed to be the peak of my life became the night I lost everything.My step-sister Rose stole my achievements.My fiancé chose her over me.My father handed over the company I built with my own hands… to her.And when I finally walked away, broken and exhausted, Karl followed me home—drunk, furious, and ready to destroy what little I had left.One blow to the head was all it took to end Jenna Harvour.At least, that’s what the world was meant to believe.I didn’t die.I woke up drugged, half-conscious, and listening to people decide how to “dispose” of me. I heard Rose’s voice ordering my death to be written off as suicide.I heard doctors bargaining over my body.And when I was finally strong enough to open my eyes, I was greeted by a stranger’s face and a new name forced onto me: Jenna Lorance.They buried my old identity.They held a funeral with my name on it.And I was expected to disappear quietly into this new life they created.But the world doesn’t get rid of me that easily.My unexpected lifeline comes in the form of Damian Black—the heir to the largest mafia syndicate and the last person I ever thought would notice me. He shouldn’t care about a woman like me… yet he’s the only one who looks at me as if he can sense the truth beneath my new skin.Revenge is easy.Escaping him is not.Because once a man like Damian decides you’re his, he doesn’t let go—not even if the whole world believes you’re already dead._________Re-upload because I needed to fix first 6 chapters[Warning: Mature Context, R18+]

Gods and demons are everywhere in the Grand Desolate World.

The pessimistic and negative daughter of a concubine living in the ancient times thought – since life is so difficult, why should one invest serious effort in struggling to live?

The life of an ancient noble woman is often determined and controlled by her family. Moreover, one’s actions often implicate one’s entire family – thus, it is fairly common to see an unexpected calamity result in suffering borne by one’s whole family. Managing to live a good and successful life while retaining one’s dignity is simply too difficult to achieve.

Ah, living in the ancient times is simply too dangerous – we should all just sleep till we die.