Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 949 - 392 Underground_2

Traveling to the fantasy world, when Leiter was in his forties, he finally became a little nobleman – the lord of Young Eagle Town.

Only then did he discover that he also had golden fingers.

Looking at the two options of [Text Simulation] and [Real Simulation], Leiter hesitated to choose [Real Simulation].

[Do you want to enable real simulation? Every simulated day consumes 5 destiny points. 】

“yes”

 …

[The real simulation is over, please choose an attribute you want to keep. 】

【1. Constitution】

【2. Dou Qi】

【3. Mental power】

Fantasy simulation, lord farming, family growth, more exciting, please watch!

ps: It is definitely not a studio article, so rest assured to read. Focusing on territory and family, perhaps, this book can bring warmth and harmony

- Description from novelbuddy

After getting hit by a car, Nolan thought death would bring him peace. But instead of resting in heaven, he wakes up in a world of gods and power.Reincarnated in the Academy of Heavenly Descendants, Nolan now finds himself surrounded by the heirs of mythological deities—each wielding divine power beyond imagination.But there's a problem: the body he reincarnated into is cursed.Without the ability to cultivate Divine Essence, Nolan is labeled as worthless, an outcast in a world where strength means everything.Just as he’s about to lose hope, a voice echoes in his mind:[Congratulations, Host Has Awakened The God King System!][Initial Bloodline Scan Beginning...][Scan Completed][Host Has Awakened the Power of Kratos, the God of Strength and War!]Equipped with a system that enables him to contract thousands of various mythological bloodlines, Nolan journeys across the limitless planes of existence, searching for the absolute power to achieve his ultimate goal—freedom!A path many have embarked on, but none have succeeded.

“Boss, are you crazy about money?”

“You sell me this mixed-haired husky for 500,000?”

The pretty ponytail girl is holding a husky cub with exceptionally intelligent eyes in her arms, looking at Lin Ye as if she were looking at a heinous profiteer.

“Miss, I have to solemnly declare that it——is not a mixed-haired husky!”

“Don’t scare me!”

“Start straight, it has the blood of the hell three-headed dog, and its potential is endless.”

The girl was a little intimidated by Lin Ye.

But after thinking about it, this statement was too nonsense, and immediately Lu Lilu said angrily:

“Really? I don’t believe it!”

Lin Ye hooked his fingers at the husky in the girl’s arms:

“Little guy, come down and give your future master the whole job!”

“Walk!”

“Aww~”

With a howl, the girl was horrified to find that a fist-sized fireball spewed out of the little husky’s mouth.

——

Many years later, Lin Ye, who was named the “Father of the Blue Star Royal Beast”, said in an interview:

“Everything in the story begins with a mixed-haired husky.”

At the same time, in a villa, a certain big red dog with three heads sneezed, and then howled twice at the TV in front of him—”Wow!

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?