MTL - This Cannon Fodder is Covered by Me! - Chapter 122 I covered this agent

【First angst, then sweetness (bittersweet struggle) + uncle and nephew rivalry + broken mirror reunited + strong take and win + mild coercion + breaking defenses for pursuit】Renee Winslow went to The Yates Family for the first time as the girlfriend of Jack Yates' nephew, Caleb Yates.Caleb Yates repeatedly warned: Third Uncle has a cold and ruthless personality and has injured his leg; he's very scary, so don't get close to him.Later, Renee Winslow was forced to enter the small building where Jack Yates was recovering.In the dim light, the man's face was darker than the sky, his long, bony fingers resting on the wheelchair, veins bulging on the back of his hand.That night he tightly held Renee Winslow's waist, kissed her fiercely as if he wanted to devour her, buried his face in her neck, and whispered hoarsely, “Break up with him, be with me.”Since then, they maintained a forbidden relationship unknown to others.After three years of entanglement, Renee Winslow used all her efforts to finally leave Jack Yates.Five years later, she returned to Northcity.Jack Yates buried his face in her neck again, his voice hoarse, “Renee Winslow, I let you go once before, but I can't let myself go. Will you come back?”

I was always alone, throughout my life. People looked at me with disdain because I was an orphan without parents. Constant abuse followed me everywhere. I lost touch with how to interact with others.With each passing day, I grew more distant from my emotions until I scarcely recognized myself. The warmth of family and friendship felt foreign to me.In the end, I snapped, and I became what I hated the most... something that wasn't human anymore... something that shouldn't have been born...That was until I was reincarnated as Lucas Nightstar, granted a second chance at a happy life with a loving family. Now, I would do anything to protect them, live my life to the fullest, and was willing to destroy anyone who dares stand in my way of my newfound peace. Yet...Little did I know what fate had in store for me.

Noah was once the King of Kings. He shaped laws, ruled countless realms, and commanded reality itself. Then the Author rewrote him out of existence.Stripped of his throne and cast into the Abyss, a realm where power is stolen and gods are reduced to myths, Noah is forced to begin from nothing. No army. No crown. No authority. Only memory.But memory is dangerous.He remembers what it feels like to rule. He remembers the structure of fate, the weight of narrative, the weakness hidden inside destiny. And this time, he refuses to be a character in someone else’s story.With a chaos-born princess at his side and rebellion rising in his wake, Noah begins his ascent. Puppet kings will fall. Sacred scripts will shatter. The very threads that bind the world will be torn apart.The Author believed he could erase a king.He only created a hunter.And when the last page turns, the one who holds the pen will learn what it means to be rewritten.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…