My Borderline Supervillain-Slash-Hero System - Chapter 86 Introduction to Godly Hands of Mana

On her engagement day, she accidentally had a one night stand with a stranger. Since then, she has been blindfolded and sent to sleep with him from time to time. One day, she found herself pregnant so she went to the hospital for an abortion. However, she was blindfolded on the operating table and sent to him again! Then, she discovered that the stranger was actually her ex-fiancé's uncle she met every day!“It's you!” She was so shocked.“Marry me. I'll deal with those who have bullied you and make them treat you respectfully.” He said.……Later, she asked him with her hands on the belly,“Darling, there is a question. What should our baby call you? Ex-uncle?”He remained silent.

Two years after the breakup, he developed misogyny. Being too close to a woman would make him nauseous and vomit.Mo Chen: Why are there ugly women everywhere?The Brothers: ???Qiao Ruoxin suddenly returned, begging for reconciliation and affection.Mo Chen: You say breakup and we break up, you say reconcile and we reconcile? Who do you think you are!She kissed him forcefully, and Mo Chen instantly became tame, like a docile beast.The Brothers: ??? What happened to your misogyny? And what's with that look of enjoyment?Mo Chen: Get out! You're getting a free show and still have so much to say!Qiao Ruoxin: Brothers, help me pursue Mo Chen. After I succeed, each of you gets a billion, and he's paying.The Brothers: ??? You two really are a pair of extraordinary heroes!Mo Chen: You guys created a group chat behind my back?People hurriedly left the group chat......“Little Ghost, Brother is quite easy to coax, just be patient.”A beautiful and badass sweetheart X an abnormally paranoid and irritable CEO

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

The pessimistic and negative daughter of a concubine living in the ancient times thought – since life is so difficult, why should one invest serious effort in struggling to live?

The life of an ancient noble woman is often determined and controlled by her family. Moreover, one’s actions often implicate one’s entire family – thus, it is fairly common to see an unexpected calamity result in suffering borne by one’s whole family. Managing to live a good and successful life while retaining one’s dignity is simply too difficult to achieve.

Ah, living in the ancient times is simply too dangerous – we should all just sleep till we die.