How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?! - Chapter 172: Butterfly Transformation, Wolf Attack

Player: I’m a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!

Actually…the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!

During the day, she was his secretary, working very hard with excellent abilities. At night, she was his bedmate, trying her best to please him, and the two of them were very harmonious in bed. One day, this relationship was on the verge of ending. However, both of them had already become deeply involved and had grown accustomed to each other's presence, falling in love with each other. So...

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

I fervently critiqued the development of a Sherlock Holmes-based mystery gal game.Villain Maker: Fulfilling the probability of Professor Moriarty’s appearance.Love-Hate Relationship: Becoming ‘that man’ for Holmes.Lady of London: Completing one sham marriage with Watson.Freeze: Receiving a confession from Inspector Lestrade.Phantom Thief’s Treasure: Getting kidnapped by the Phantom Thief Lupin.In doing so, become this twisted world’s very probability.Best wishes, Mr. Isaac Adler.I’m screwed.