I, The Dragon Overlord - Chapter 652 - This Is a Battlefield

I once believed life a simple equation: the wealthy thrive, the impoverished endure, the unburdened soar. Yet, even the freest of birds find their wings clipped by unseen cages. In this world, no station offers sanctuary; suffering, an inescapable shadow, finds all. And in its grim embrace, all paths converge upon death.This is not a chronicle of fleeting hope.This is not a legend whispered of redemption.This is the harrowing saga of a man twice shattered by the cruel hand of fate.... crushed, betrayed, mutilated. A soul condemned to an endless cycle of reincarnation, dragged back to a world that refuses to release its grip, only to fall, again and again. Each return a fresh descent into the abyss.But will he forever kneel, a puppet to his torment? Will he remain the naive fool who clung to the illusion of kindness? Or will the fractured remnants of his being coalesce into a force the world has never witnessed? A mastermind forged in the crucible of despair. A monster destined to unravel all, even himself.This is the tale of Veythor: the man who defied the quietude of death.And perhaps… the man who will shatter fate itself.

After enduring the wreckage of a broken marriage, Gabriel Williams finally made the decision to let go of his unfaithful husband. But letting go didn't mean forgiving and it certainly didn't mean forgetting. No, Gabriel craved something darker. He craved revenge.And that revenge came in an unexpected form: a dangerously attractive therapist.Someone who was supposed to heal broken marriages. Someone whose job was to mend, restore, and save love. Instead, this so-called savior became the very man who would tear Gabriel's marriage apart even further.“Make me moan, Mr. Therapist.”______Warning: This novel contains heavy smut and when I say heavy, I mean unapologetically explicit, raw, and relentless, r19. If erotic content is not your cup of tea, kindly look away now.For everyone else… welcome.

“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?”

“……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.”

Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy.

In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love.

Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens.

Return given profit with profit, loss with loss.

The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal—

Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered.

Her specialty is mu*der.

—- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.