Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities - Chapter 1198

Survival is easy. Life is very difficult. My family wants not to live in humility, but to live a proud and glorious life. My family, will not be slaves!

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In the 30th century, Tyler Rustel is an eccentric and visionary genius, renowned as a brilliant inventor. His life, however, comes to an abrupt end when a small experimental nuclear reactor explodes in a series of unforeseen events. Yet, death is not the end for Tyler. He awakens in a body that feels both familiar and foreign—a parallel version of himself in a completely different universe.This is not a world of technological progress or orderly civilization. Here, twisted gods roam the cosmos, shaping realities according to their cruel whims. The moral laws that governed his previous world do not exist. This is a magical universe, one marked by brutal betrayals, interdimensional wars, and endless massacres. The balance between the forces that rule this cosmos is fragile, and Tyler finds himself at the center of schemes involving powerful entities and boundless ambitions.However, Tyler is no longer an ordinary man. Upon awakening in this new world, he discovers that a fragment of his technology has survived with him: an advanced artificial intelligence system capable of analyzing, adapting, and enhancing anything, provided it has the necessary data. From magical weapons and arcane spells to alchemical techniques and enchanted jewelry, everything can be optimized under his supervision.Armed with this technological advantage in a universe dominated by magic, Tyler quickly realizes the potential of his unique position. While others struggle to survive, he schemes to conquer. Driven by his sharp intellect and a questionable sense of morality, Tyler embarks on a ruthless campaign to achieve magical supremacy and subjugate all worlds around him. He seeks neither redemption nor alliances. His ambition is clear: to rule everything and everyone as a tyrant, to amass an immense harem of women, and to father one million children to establish his legacy across all realms.

A new emperor rules each year in Yohuachanca.Only the most delicious of food graces his palate; the realm’s most beautiful women fill his harem; his palace dazzles the mind in its beauty; and four priestesses counsel him in all matters. The life of an emperor is good, luxurious, and short. For at the year’s end, he is sacrificed to the Nightlords under the light of the Scarlet Moon.I am Iztac. A pisspoor orphan and the year’s emperor. A sacrifice bound for the altar. But the vampires have made a mistake this time. For I am a sorcerer, whose soul journeys into the secret underworld to plunder the secret spells of the dead. There, in the darkness, hides the power to drag the Nightlords off their throne. I have a year to find it, or perish for good.I may not be the first emperor, but I will be the last.

She is the 21st century best secret agent, died after a plane crash and transmigrated to a dysnasty not found in history. Not to mention being reincarnated as an infant, to suffer repeatedly by being framed by the Madame, bullied and humiliated by the Shu daughters, years of patience only for the sky to strike.

The number one landlord in the country? Jiang Hu’s hard to get a hold off and can barely catch a glimpse off ghost doctor? A patriarchal clan of saints who was supposed to be extinct a thousand years ago? Which one is really her?

He is the Tianfeng Dynasty’s most capable prince, and at the same time the most beloved son of the emperor. He is cold, he is ruthless, he is cruel, he is bloodthirsty, and he treated women as clothing. Everyone knows that he is heartless, but nobody knows that he has been in love before.

He was a man who has been silenced, her lover from a thousand years ago. A thousand years of entanglement, willing to give everything, just to exchange for that one beautiful woman’s smile.

“Who are you?’

” I’m your husband.”

“You think I’m three years old? My husband looks better than you.”

“I’m your husband 1,000 years ago.”

The woman, petrified, carefully asked, “How old are you this year?”

“2,220 years old.”

“Get the hell out! Bastard!! 2,220 years old!! Why don’t you say your dad was 12,000 years old?”

“My father is in fact this age, you still remember.”

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