Second Life Ranker - Chapter 533 - Giant Demonic Divine Dragon (8)

An eternal prison, a soulless body, a sealed spirit, everything lost.

To resign before merciless fate, or to become destiny!

“I lived in an illusion, I was lost, I could not find my home, I did not have a home… but why does it matter?! Between bowing to the threat of death and a spine that would never bend, I will choose the latter!”

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A princess's duty is to be beautiful, quiet, not loud, to be seen and not to be heard, which was how Dahlia lived most of her life. Bound by the expectations of her title, she spent years trying to prove to her father that she was more than just a princess and capable of being more than an ornament in his court but each time she never got the chance. Instead, she was forced into a marriage of convenience with the bravest knight in all the kingdom, Reagan Hawthorne.Dahlia thought she would use this marriage to escape the brutal crutches of her father and glide out of her cage but Reagan’s cold disdain was an unexpected prison of its own. While he waged wars on distant lands, she stayed behind, holding his household together and protecting the people he seemed to ignore. But Dahlia carried a dangerous secret. By day, she was the perfect wife. By night, she became the “Black Knight,” a masked vigilante fighting for justice in the shadows.Reagan returned, ready to focus on his personal mission: avenging his father’s death. To him, Dahlia was just another pawn in his plans—a spoiled princess he needed to tolerate. But as cracks began to form in her perfect façade, Reagan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his wife than met the eye.Now, with enemies circling closer and their secrets threatening to collide, Dahlia and Reagan must confront the lies they’ve told themselves and each other. But when masks fall and truths are revealed, will their fragile bond withstand the storm—or will it shatter beyond repair?One wound. One secret. One night that changes everything.

{NO SMUT}Noa lost his virginity to the Doom God and transmigrated into a game he had played for over ten years.Instead of being the protagonist, he found himself as an extra—a mere background character, fated to die before even making an appearance.To make matters worse, the game’s main character was also an extra who had read the novel about this world.However, Noa's power came after having sex with the Doom God, her blessing granting him 1,000 lives.And armed with 10 years of gaming experience, he was set on changing his future.Though Noa had 1,000 lives to spare, dying over and over had a price…The system was cruel, issuing his existence to every corner of Velrox and slapping a sweet bounty on his head.Suddenly, everyone in the world became interested in his identity, wanting him dead.With enemies on every side, Noa not only intended to screw up the plot, but he also had to survive the impending perils, as the world was set to be destroyed in five years…

Within the Huang Realm, a world where the era of divinities has ended and the era of immortals is nearing its waning years, exists the Buzhou Immortal Sect. And within the Buzhou Immortal Sect on Jade Peak was a disciple of the sect, Xi Tianyi. He was of noble birth, the only child of the Sword Empress who reigned invincible.

But the truth was that Xi Tianyi, was originally an ordinary mortal from Earth who suddenly woke up one day as in another world filled with immortals and demons. Under heavy pressure, knowing that his life is at stake to whoever is strongest, Xi Tianyi quietly cultivates in hopes of one day fearing no one and discovering the circumstances of his transmigration. But…

«You bastard, you stole my fiance!» Said a former genius who had lost all his cultivation.

«Bastard, pay with your life for the death of my entire clan!» Said a cultivator with blood leaking from his hatred filled eyes.

«What the hell?! I’ve been cooped up cultivating quietly so why are you guys suddenly finding trouble with me?! Besides, I’m only ten!» Cried out Tianyi in disbelief.

«Fine, if you want to make me your cannon fodder, I’ll step on your corpses for my ascension!»