Pretending To Be A Boss - Chapter 617 - 40: The Restlessness of the Endless Turtle

I’ve thought of every possible solution, tried every possible method, worked till he forgot to eat and sleep, and toiled constantly… in order to just cultivate a little slower, but the system just wouldn’t let him!

Special Opportunities System: Congratulations to the host for breathing for the first time, you have received 300 level-up points. Congratulations on leveling up!

Special Opportunities System: Congratulations to the host for eating for the first time, received 3000 level-up points, congratulations on leveling up!

Special Opportunities System: Congratulations to the host for holding hands for the first time, received 30000 level-up points, congratulations on leveling up!

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System, can you stop making me level up? In order to have fewer of your “special opportunities” I’ve been lying on the bed for the last 100 chapters. Why am I still leveling up so quickly? If I continue leveling up, my father, the emperor, would definitely kill me out of jealousy!

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I will not die. Not for someone else.

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For as long as Kairos could remember, he experienced things twice. Originally, Kairos believed that was completely normal. However, as he grew up, he realized that it was not nearly that simple.

Kairos would experience things one second before they happened. At first, he used it to avoid stubbing his toe or having a plate fall on his head. But as he got older, he realized that being too different from other people was essentially a sin.

And so, Kairos quickly covered his ability up and pretended to be a loner. He let himself get shoved around even when he knew he could avoid it, just to blend in with the crowd.

However, things weren't just left at that.

Along with his strange ability, Kairos always had dreams.

Dreams of a rising red sun.

At first, they were infrequent and more confusing than anything else. But as time went on, he had this same dream more frequently.

And it also became more terrifying.

Kairos would wake up in a cold sweat, not truly understanding why he was so afraid. That is, until one day.

When the red sun rose.

And the apocalypse descended.

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Once the football jokes, our factory has eight fights exclusively!

The arsenal that once swept the Premier League and hit 49 unbeaten rounds began to sink. That was the beginning of the nightmare of countless Arsenal fans!

Our factory, Nana, the leader of the European Union, the temperature difference sign, the captain of the sales team, the four crazy demons, etc…

The Gunners bid farewell to the Henry era and sent Vieira away. The fans thought it was ushered in a new era, but the reality told them that it was a traitor who deceived all their feelings!

In August 2011, Arsenal captain Cesc Fabregas left with a humiliating transfer, and at the same moment Arsenal welcomed a teenager!

Wenger: “Do you want to be an ordinary defender or a world-class midfielder?”

Everything changes from here…

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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?