I Can Only Cultivate In A Game - Chapter 170: The Brawl

Su Ruo traveled to the world of cultivating immortals, and after untold hardships, she finally reached the Golden Core Stage.
But on the day of becoming a baby, he was struck to death by lightning.
After waking up, she wore it back again, and returned to the first year of high school.
In this year, because of her arrogance and self-will, she was sent by her parents to participate in a program and exchanged identities with a girl from a mountain village for a month.
During this month, her arrogance and willfulness were seen by audiences all over the country, and she became the target of everyone shouting and beating.
And the girl who came out of the mountain has a lot of fans because of her independence, optimism and positive attitude. Finally, relying on this, he walked out of the mountain village and became a well-known big star.
Even her childhood sweetheart fiance eventually fell in love with this girl and insisted on breaking off the marriage.
……
Su Ruo, who was doing it all over again, with black spots all over her body, clenched her fist! Once again showed to the audience all over the country, what is the violent character of people who don’t talk much, but never say anything if they can do it!
Later, someone sorted out Su Ruo’s life. It was unexpectedly discovered that this popular actress’s road to fame actually relied on – fists?
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She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel.*******She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries.He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire.Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore.I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want.A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do.Excerpt;Her fingers brushed against his forehead before he could react, her warm palms cupping both sides of his face as she studied him intently. His breath hitched at the sudden intimacy, his heart giving an involuntary stutter.What the hell was she doing?His gaze traced over her face, mapping every detail—the sharp glint of her violet eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and her lips... God, her lips. Plump, red, slightly parted as she assessed him. He wanted to taste them again, to claim them fully.“Your fever seems to be coming down,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly. “My blood really did the trick, I see...”His jaw clenched.Did she have to check his temperature this way? There were plenty of other ways to do it—ones that didn't involve tempting him with that mesmerizing face of hers.She started to pull her hands away, but before she could, he caught her wrist, stopping her.She looked up at him, startled.“If you wanted to check my temperature, you could've done so in a simpler way,” he said, his lips curving into a playful grin. He tugged her closer, his grip firm but gentle. “Are you trying to seduce me, Purple?”Her heartbeat stuttered against his chest. He could hear it. Feel it.Then, to his surprise, she didn't pull away.Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her body pressing against his just enough to make his muscles tense.“What if I am?” she whispered, deliberately biting her bottom lip.Rhydian's breath caught.The last of his control snapped.“You asked for it,” he growled.In the next second, he crashed his lips against hers.The kiss was deep, desperate, consuming. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the angle as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her fully. She responded instantly, matching his hunger with equal fervor.She wasn't perfect at kissing yet—he could tell she was still learning—but she made up for it with pure intensity, and damn if it didn't make his blood boil.His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips moved against hers with feverish need. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tasting, drinking her in as if she were the only thing that could satiate him.He bit down softly, drawing a gasp from her, and that little sound sent a violent pulse of arousal straight through him.He was already rock hard, aching with need.He hadn't touched a woman since the marriage arrangement was made. Maybe that was why he was losing control so easily. Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it had always been her.

The world ruled by seven super corporations, the eternal species that always occupy the pinnacle of power, the statute that is not allowed to be promulgated, the floating island that draws the ground as a prison, and the future where resources will eventually be exhausted…

People yearn for the birth of a real “hero”, and they also coldly look forward to the fallen heroes falling from the altar.

As long as he is praised as a hero by the media, he can be forgiven even if he kills someone, and every word he says will be praised by others. Even the elves who are above the top will not dare to offend the edge of a hero.

But if the heroes of the past committed even the faults of their parents, as long as the persona collapsed, the forgiven crimes would rise again like an unextinguished fire, and the stars of the past would be reduced to unforgivable sinners in an instant…

“—Come and be a hero, Russell.”

The most vicious criminal in the world stuffed the knife into the young man’s hand and whispered to persuade him.

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There came a sudden ravage by monstrous creatures in a civilian world, leaving humanity's hope to lurk in shadows. Hunters, trained in special schools, wield potential and abilities that enabled them keep the beasts at bay.For Buji, life’s difficulties stem not from being an orphan, but from relentless bullying. Nicknamed “the weakling,” he detests the label but bears it forcefully since he could do nothing.When he transfers to a new school to join his foster sister, Buji thought things would be different. But, during the Awakening Ceremony of the school, he find out a shocking truth: he's was going to be an S-Rank hunter without a talent.Awakening no talent only added more difficulty to his life struggle as he was branded an outcast.On the verge of death during his first raid, Buji awakens an enigmatic system.[Host Found][Survival due to inheritance][Congrats, you have gained the status of a 'player'.][The player, upon leveling up will awaken a potent monster][Class: Animagus | Type: Snake | Aspect: Venom][Do you accept?]Given the choice to embrace a monstrous path, Buji seizes it with unyielding resolve.'If becoming a monster is my only path to strength, I’ll take it—and the world will regret casting me aside. Fighting against these hunters was going to be a job, but imagine a world where I had control over monsters, had my own monster kingdom, and becoming the strongest of all. Stepping on these hunters won’t be a deal anyway.'“Yes!”