Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse - Chapter 103: Bite

Ash Crowner was your ordinary college student with little to nothing going on for him.He lives a carefree life with no worry for what is to come. But theres one thing he lives by: PAYBACK.He always gives back what he’s given, either twice as hard, or hotter than hell.However, his life takes a dark turn when he is lured to a secluded spot by his peers, leading to his tragic death.But they say where one thing ends, another begins.The curtains didn’t close there for Ash. He was judged and transmigrated into the most hated man in another world.A young king reviled by all. A man disgraced, hated by his wives, and ignored by his court.With an enigmatic system by his side, Ash now has to live a whole new life as someone else, all while kept on a leash by the higher powers—the judges, that dragged him into this new world.He has to earn his due respect, rebuild his image, and also unlock the mysteries surrounding him, including the unexplained death of the young king he transmigrated into.But among the many things he’s set on doing, two stand above the rest: repaying the suffering inflicted on him by the judges who brought him here, and avenging the untimely death caused by his peers in his previous life.Follow Ash as he claws his way from disgrace to glory, in a world where second chances come at a deadly price.

She was a famous plastic surgeon in the 21st century, both at home and abroad. But one day, she transmigrated to become a young lady in the Prime Minister’s Mansion and got bullied. The concubine hung her up and beat her, forcing her to marry a fifty years old general as his second wife! But unexpectedly, she received an imperial edict and was asked to marry the emperor’s fifth son – the Evil King.

Who was the Evil King? A gunpowder explosion destroyed his appearance and one of his eyes. After waking up, Evil King’s temperament changed drastically. The handsome young man became a bloodthirsty and cruel tyrannical king. This was not even the most frightening thing. It was said that the Evil King had four wives, but none of them had lived over a month!

Last night, the Evil King’s fourth wife died. Today, she was tied up and sent to his mansion …

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I belong to a good sect that has never turned its back on me for my poor potential, has never forced me to study martial arts, and even helped arrange a betrothal for me when I was young.

My fiancée is a much renowned hot-tempered young miss. She’s beautiful, strong, and deeply loves me. Upon my start down the path of the Jianghu, I entirely relied on her to provide cover for me and before long, I became renowned as the #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path.

Yet one day, I discovered that this person is apparently a man. A man in drag!

More unforgivable is that he thought I was a woman dressing as a man!

Me, as if my liver and guts are being cut to pieces: “Brother, what have you done with my fiancée?”

Him, as if a knife has been twisted in his heart: “Brother, what have *you* done with my fiancée?”

The waters of the Jianghu are indeed murky. Even if I am starving, even if I’m dying far from home, from this point on, I will not eat even a mouthful of rice prepared by him.

—So fragrant.

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The three-year marriage had been torturing her like shackles. Finally, she decided to break free from this cage, only to find that she was pregnant with triplets. When she was leaving, she had no choice but to leave her daughter, who was in critical condition due to premature birth, to her ex-husband, and then she flew far away with her two sons.Several years later, she returned to the country and wanted to secretly visit her daughter, but was discovered by her ex-husband!“Who are these two little boys?”“How do I know? Maybe they are your offspring.”The man gnashed his teeth and was about to snatch the sons away. She stopped him at once and said angrily, “Have you forgotten how you treated me before? How dare you take my sons by force?”He sneered and picked her up in his arms, saying, “Babe, my target is not them, but you!”