My Ferocious Tigress Wife - Chapter 659: Secret

The world froze.Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air – all suspended in perfect stillness.“Oh wonderful hero,” a melodious voice echoed through the room. “Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—”“No,” he said flatly.A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. “I... what?”“I said no. I'm not interested in whatever quest or destiny you're selling. Pick someone else.”The goddess's perfect features creased in confusion. “But... but you've been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—”“Lady, I don't care about your prophecy. I've got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world's issues to the mix. Now un-freeze time and leave me alone.”“You don't understand,” she pressed. “Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King's armies! Millions will die without—”

A no name Character, that never appear in novel.An ExtraEd a young man found himself in the world of the novel he’d been reading.It feels like a dream come true.But—As the memory flooded in of his new identity.-He was doomed.-He was f*cked.As He was now Caspian Arcwright[An Extra Character]Who is even despised by his own family.His father called him a failure, his mother saw him as a disgrace, and his older brothers tortured him relentlessly.There were only two reasons they let him live: the promise of an unknown bloodline that would awaken at the age of eleven, and his arranged fiancée.Then why?why?[BLOODLINE AWAKENED]BLOODLINE---- OF---- SACRIFICE

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Paju, the city of hope, peace and madness.And the tale of a mage trapped in a bizarre world.“In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”