Deus Necros - Chapter 362: Bearowl

CONTENT WARNING:/This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./---She ran from the devil who raised her…And married the one who wore a crown.After her parents’ tragic death, Lydia Andreyevna’s life became a nightmare. Stripped of her name, inheritance, and freedom by her uncle—Lord Alexander—she was treated like property and promised to a Count four times her age.Desperate to escape, she fled into the cold night… and straight into blood.A stranger. Wounded. Beautiful. Terrifying.She should’ve left him.But she didn’t.She touched him once—and fate branded her forever.Her uncle caught her the next morning. Her escape failed. But when she begged Queen Olga for protection, the Queen offered her a deadly bargain:Marry the masked Grand Duke of Zolotaria.The king’s hunting dog. The butcher of the East. The devil in a crown.The man feared by kings.The heir to the throne.The same man she once saved.Ivan Romanov.They say he bathes in blood. That he kills without blinking. That he conquered kingdoms with a smile behind a mask. That no one sees his face—and lives.Some call him the devil. Others call him Death’s favorite son.But behind the mask is the same man she found dying in the dark.The same voice that haunted her dreams.The same hands she once held.Now, he’s her husband.Her jailer.Her obsession.She doesn’t know if she’s his prisoner, or his weakness.Cold and untouchable, Ivan doesn’t share his bed. Doesn’t share his secrets. But she sees it—the hunger in his eyes. The pain in his silence. The way he looks at her like she’s the only thing keeping his demons at bay.She should fear him.She should hate him.But the moment she dares to take off his mask… it’s already too late.Because Ivan wants her—her fire, her body, her heart.And in his world, what he wants, he keeps.Even if it means burning down the kingdom.She thought she was running from hell.She ended up in his bed.And the most dangerous thing of all?She doesn’t want to leave.

It’s the era of Transmigration.

I wanted to possess a body of a rich young lady in a Rofan childcare novel, and live while receiving lots of love.

No. 1 to be avoided!

No. 1 in frustrating the reader!

I possessed someone inside an infinite return novel called: Return Until the World is Saved.

Forget being a young lady from a prominent family, I will soon be ruined because the survival difficulty of the original work is S-Class.

I became an extra. Ellet, the young daughter of a servant in the Count’s manor.

We are poor, but it’s a happy life between a kind brother and a good father.

I’ve got a best friend I’ve never made before because I was always busy.

Even the gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau are openly fond of me.

I’m living a life full of confidence.

On top of that, I accidentally bought the ‘After-Life Insurance’ full package just before my death.

I leveled up with the high-speed growth buff, and diligently destroyed the original plot.

Thanks to plenty of special privileges, I came to give satisfaction for all the frustrated readers of the original work.

“You wiped your face with your dirty hands.”

“…….”

“Don’t be surprised. It’s because I have an obligation to be kind.”

And then, there’s the protagonist who is still nothing more than a handsome push over, Thesilid.

‘Why is he being this crafty with me?’

Wei Chi transmigrated to the Nine Continents of the Celestial Realm. Initially, he was prepared to just be an honest third son of a family. However, after a turn of events, he had no choice but to inherit an entire divine cultivation plan.From then onward, his vibe changed a little.When he saw a girl with decent talents, he immediately asked, “Girl, are you interested in divine cultivation?”In the blink of an eye, 10 million years had passed.Numerous top-class empresses flew through the sky and showed up in front of Wei Chi.Wei Chi wailed and yelled,“I really don’t have any more cultivation methods!”“Please stop coming here!”“You’re all grown-ups now!”

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?