Blood Evolution System - Chapter 253: The Federation President!

After the 25th failed blind date, Chen Ji learned from the pain and decided to take the initiative to find a blind date on a public account in the same city.

The official account is very powerful, and I recommended four girls to him:

The first one, female, human, 28 years old, doctor, lived in the apocalypse four months after the sun went out.

The second one, the Nine Realms Human Race, the Empress of Destiny, fell asleep for 100,000 years after being invincible.

The third one, the daughter of the sheriff, is an ancient lady who is good at embroidery and loves poetry. She claims to have written a sequel to “Dream of Red Mansions”.

The fourth one, the descendant of the god, the saint of light, exudes a black aura all over her body, her limbs are twisted, and she is locked at the bottom of the church to pray devoutly.

At first, Chen Ji thought they were playing role-playing, but he didn’t realize until later——

“No, are you all real?”

“How does this allow me to meet you on a blind date?”

“I just had a blind date, how did I save the world?”

- Description from novelbuddy

I was reincarnated into the world of Academy City.Since things turned out this way, I decided to aim for a decent job and live a happy life.As long as I catch the villains who will become the Great Villain, there shouldn’t be any problems.“Greetings. I am Ahn Woo-jin, a second-year student and the 45th Disciplinary Committee Leader this year.”And so, I became the Disciplinary Committee Leader, leading the top-ranked enforcement squad.

What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover.My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy.And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her.But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target.The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead.But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate.Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse.Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient.And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes.Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen.Will Meredith break free from her fate?Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war?—Excerpt:“You may have claimed me,” Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, “but you will never own me.”Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating.“Own you?” His voice was velvet and steel. “Little wolf, I don’t need to own you.”He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine.“Because whether you like it or not…” His breath ghosted against her skin. “Your body already responds to me.”Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be.“I hate you,” she forced out.“Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.