Evil dragon has a warm heart - Chapter 112 - 111 Ambitious Goals

Su Heng had traversed to a world where demons were resurrecting, and the human realm was like hell.Water ghosts, fog demons, and drought monsters... powerful demons plagued the land. Major clans used fierce spirits for medicine, residing high above the clouds, while common folk struggled desperately amidst a divine, eerie apocalypse.In these chaotic times, Su Heng awoke with the talent of a Celestial Eater.His body grew limitlessly, gaining a property point for every pound he gained in weight.The bizarre and terrifying demons who slaughtered cities and eradicated nations were, to him, the most sweet and superior ingredients.He devoured their flesh and blood, feasted on their sinews and bones, plundered their Divine Skills, and seized their destinies.From the “Pure Yang Skill” to the “Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique,” from the “Golden Bell Guard” to the “Demon Buddha's Golden Body,” even the most ordinary martial arts in Su Heng's hands could burst forth incredible power.Years later...Su Heng's demonic body was colossal, his weight immeasurable.With a hundred hearts and a thousand arms, mortals were nothing more than ants to him — all gods and buddhas of the heavens, come to battle!

“I’ve been possessed into the controversial makjang drama ‘Gwangin’ (The Lunatic). Of all roles, I’m the omega secretary to an alpha with omega-phobia. It’s hard enough hiding my identity, but I’m also in charge of all sorts of annoying tasks: managing the protagonist’s diet, wardrobe, and house; coaxing and soothing the beta he loves. My goal is to survive until the ending where the protagonist meets the strange beta who thinks even his obsession is love, leading to a happy ending… I think I smell an omega somewhere.’ ‘That’s… impossible.’ If I speak carelessly, I die. If I mess up my work, I die. If I run away, I die. And if the fact that I’m an omega is revealed… I really die. ‘Right. It shouldn’t be possible, but that’s why I feel so f*cking awful, Secretary Kim.’ Will I be able to make it back alive…?”

As a virtuous wife, does it include tolerating his cousin, enduring his concubines, bearing his mother?

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.