MTL - Lucky Wife at 50s - Chapter 775 775, listed

After a brief slumber, Yuga woke up to find himself in the world of Pokémon, inheriting a family daycare business.Note:1. This book is a Pokémon fan fiction.2. The story is heavily inspired by the animated series in terms of world-building and characters.3. Early chaptersmay contain mature themes, reader discretion is advised.4. The main storyline involving the day care may have a slower start, please be patient.5. Prior to reading, it is recommended to review the introductory sections for relevant information.6. This story does not feature a female lead.Let's Join :My Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/bearnard_bearMy Patreon: https://shorturl.at/imCOSMy Discord: https://discord.com/invite/EmMDmZmRaC

The night is coming, and evil whispers in my ear:

“Give it up, history ends here, your efforts are meaningless… This is destiny.”

Hearing this, the young man drew his sword and stood up, shining brightly on Jiuyou.

“I am the destiny!”

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Cal was the pride of his guild, the one that other Initiates looked up to. Then he died. So did his guild.His understanding of the world shattered before his death. His guild was nothing compared to others, which meant he was the best of the worst.When Cal was given a second chance, he wouldn’t repeat his mistakes. Who cared about being a [Mage] when it would just mean death? He would survive, even if it meant being something he sneered at in his previous life.A [Farmer].Of course, when did anything go according to plan? Never.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”