Deities: Starting From Goblins - Chapter 1439 - 782_2

In a world where might was magic, it was a crime to be a noble and magicless. And for this crime, the punishment was death.I grew up frail, bullied by my older siblings, but I thought I could finally turn things around on my sixteenth birthday, when as a noble I was supposed to awaken my magical abilities. The awakening orb, however, turned grey—and condemned me a dud.My father, a duke, could not believe he had fathered such a pathetic specimen. Calling me cursed, he ordered my death and had me thrown into a raging river.I hit the water hard. For a moment I lost consciousness, certain I would never wake again.But some time later, I opened my eyes to the agony of drowning, my body battered by the current. In front of me floated a curious blue sheet of light.[Base Trait: Deathless Acquired][Condition met: You have experienced death.][You can sustain injury, drowning, burning, poisoning, and all forms of bodily destruction—but you will not die. Pain and damage will persist until fully healed.]Thus began my journey—gaining outrageous traits from the suffering that seemed determined to follow me wherever I went.

The only game in my life that makes me laugh: The Lands of The Lunerra... I played this game for six thousand hours in three years, and the day I thought I had done everything I could in this game, I felt a great emptiness inside me. I thought nothing in my ordinary and monotonous life could make me happier than when I played this game. But it didn't take long for me to realize that I was wrong with an e-mail I received the night I finished the game.

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Hi! Thank you to everyone who came to read this story. There are two things I want to tell you.

First of all, I first started writing this about two years ago, but I was writing in my native language, Turkish, and on a different site. But unfortunately, the website where I published the series came to the brink of collapse. While I was thinking about where to publish the series, I remembered Webnovel and here I am. So this is my first English novel and I believe I will make mistakes while translating. Please forgive me for these if you encounter some of them. I will do my best.

Second... yes, while writing this novel I was inspired by most of the novels I've read so far. Like The Novel's Extra, that novel is a pure diamond for me and I don't think I will ever reach the level of that thing. So I want to say the first few chapters may feel familiar to you, but I'll do my best to smooth it out.

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The Yan family and the Song family have a commercial marriage.
Song Nianying’s fiancée, Yan Chuyu, is known as a vampire on earth.
She has a feminine beauty, fair skin, bright red lips, and always has a seductive fragrance on her body. She has been educated by the heirs since she was a child.
But when two people try marriage together.
It was only then that Song Nianying realized that her wife was so cute.
She would actually blush because of a small approach of hers, and would often stare at her slender neck in a daze.
When she teased her again and again, Yan Chuyu would say coldly and arrogantly, “Don’t get too close.”
Song Nianying smiled and continued to approach, Yan Chuyu stared at her with eyes like ink: “This is the first time I have warned you.”
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When she received the 320th warning, Song Nianying was ready to move, and decided to overturn the warning and take her down.
But that day.
Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky.
Yan Chuyu sat at the highest point of Xuanming Pagoda, her eyes were bright red.
Beside her, a maid with a pale face and blue eyes lowered her head and asked, “Wang, what is it about the house that makes you so afraid to go back?”
She has been with the king for so long, and she has never seen her so anxious and terrified. Could it be that she is a wolf clan?
Yan Chuyu raised his left hand and caught a bolt of lightning, forming an electric ball, and slowly replied: “My wife.”

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