Cursed Immortality - Chapter 109 Prey Or Hunter? (1)

I transmigrated into the body of the Villainous Young Master.Why am I a fake while everyone else is real?!The real Young Master wants to oppress me. Even my fiancee wants to break off our engagement.Bring it on, then!Just when HuMing was about to beat up the b*tches and scumbags, the gazes of the girls around him became increasingly strange.“Didn’t we say only to cooperate?”“Well, we’re just here for our payment.”The gentle smiles on the girls’ faces made HuMing weak on his knees.

Betrayed by his closest friend.Abandoned by his own family.Tossed into a death labyrinth, waiting for a second, crueler death.Aaron should have died —but fate had other plans.At the bottom of despair, he stumbled upon a sealed SSS-rank Dragon God, chained and forgotten by the world.In exchange for freedom, the Dragon offered him a contract and a new name,Three years of pain.Three years of torture.Three years of absorbing the ancient mana buried under the labyrinth.When Aaron rose again, he was no longer human.He was a Legendary Dragon — the first of his kind, carrying a power the world was never meant to see.Wielding the Beast Sovereign Ultimate Skill, Aaron can tame mythical beasts, spirits, and even monsters birthed from nightmares—and share their powers as his own.The fallen will rise.The abandoned races will follow.And his wives will fight beside him.This time, Aaron will not be a pawn.He will command.He will conquer.He will become a God.Additional tags:No Incest, No Rape,, Harem, No Loli, Succubus, Elf, Angel, Vampire, Cat girls, Dragon Girls, Fox Girls, Monster Girls, Slaves, Princess, Yandere, Righteous Characters, Primordial War, Peak Lore, Gods, Churches, Mana, Transmigration, Devil, Demon, Death, Evolution. Can't think of more clickbaits.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.