Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal - Chapter 1281: The Myth of Immortality

I found myself reincarnated into a game where you raise pretty girls to prevent the world’s destruction.But wait, what are the guys doing while the girls are busy saving the world?As it turns out, it’s a world where women are strong and men are weak.In a world that disregards men, I have to survive as a ‘man who wields a sword.’But… I’m incredibly strong, you know?————Cover By: _not_so_bad_ (discord username)————You can always support author by joining—PATREON:patreon.com/Immortal_authorKO-FI:https://ko-fi.com/immortalauthorDISCORD:https://discord.gg/KscfBegBPTEnjoy Early Access To Future Projects and 20 Advance Chapters of each novel exclusively on PATREON!!

Reborn in another life, Fang Pingying transforms from a timid military wife to a fierce daughter-in-law, determined to get rich and reach the pinnacle of life, becoming a wealthy and beautiful woman.Even more importantly, she vows to recapture the heart of her serious military husband once again.Keywords: military marriage, exhilarating story.PS: This is a modern fiction, do not match it directly.——*——*——*——*——New book 'Rebirth Space: The All-Powerful Military Wife' has been released.Completed works include 'The Fierce Era of the Military Wife', 'Lotus Fragrance Idyll', 'Fatty Fields, Happy Occasions', 'Ultimate Cute Wife', guaranteed quality, feel free to dive in.Readers Group: [560803166]

Before rebirth, she was ruthlessly abandoned by the man she loved the most. After rebirth, she threw out a divorce paper, “I don't love you anymore, let's divorce.”He is the all-powerful emperor of Stellaria, cold and heartless, with unpredictable moods. Facing the accusation from his young wife, he laughed wildly and confidently, “Who else can you love but me?”A certain woman made a domineering counterattack, picking up the little dumpling beside her, “Him, I love him the most.”Melody Thorne, who had just been reborn, originally thought she could stand tall, but didn't expect to be unable to even walk,From then on, the cold-blooded president transformed into a wife-pampering maniac, afraid to break her if he held her, afraid she'd melt if he kissed her. She fought dregs, he provided the gun. She wanted stars in the sky, he immediately built a rocket to reach them.A reporter interviewed, “Mr. Quinn, how did you manage to conquer Mrs. Quinn who wanted to run away several times?”“By making babies.”

Leon Vale’s world stopped when the chamber labeled him F-Rank, no spark, just Empty Core.One dozen sparks in a sea of a thousand chances. A near-miracle of failure, somehow flopped harder than flatlining.In Neo-Veridia, strength rules the game, no exceptions. Those who are tough get hailed as champions; others? They're stuck cleaning up messes. Might makes right here, plain and simple.Leon ended up on the ground. That’s where he landed, no surprise there.Later, the red moon climbed into view. Right after, creatures smashed past the shield. His siblings stood near death yet deep in his Empty Core, an old force stirred awake.[ SHADOW EXTRACTION SYSTEM ACTIVATED ]Leon takes energy from whatever he defeats. Each time a creature falls, he gains more strength. As shadows vanish into him, he drifts toward a mystery - something waits in a space beyond places: a seat atop no land, while a voiceless headpiece calls out to him through empty dark.Yet taking what’s not yours brings trouble.On top of everything else, the Evernight Alliance caught wind. Not just vampires - werewolves too. Old creatures that oughta be myths are poking at the city’s walls, messing up dungeon cores, chasing whatever’s pumping out that dark energy signal.Hunting for him.Leon’s stuck in a risky move, quietly getting stronger so he can shield his folks, hitting school while sneaking around to pull out shadows, acting powerless even though some old, grim force now names him successor.That F-Rank tag? Total fake. His Empty Core isn't broken, it fights. Each darkness he swallows drags him nearer to a reality he can’t face yetNot every seat of power fits a hero.Some crowns come from shadows, built on bones.Some kids just inherit stuff whether they like it or not.The Crimson Moon marked the start. What’s coming next? Things are about to heat up.