Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai - Chapter 137 – War of Words, War of Killing Gazes

In the Sky Sword Continent there are thousands of sects and strong cultivators as common as trees. In order to prevent his older sister from being forcefully married off, Lu Xuan had no choice to but to unceasingly cultivate and enter a sect to ask for a favor. By chance, a sword-shaped crystal of mysterious origins entered into Lu Xuan’s body, containing countless top-class martial skills, powerful martial arts, and everything you could wish for! A martial legend starts here…

{System Online} {System Activating} {System Activation Complete.} {User Detected: Jake Lucas.} * {Main Quest: Grow strong enough to defeat your foes.} *{Warning: Darkness Approaches. No One Is Safe.}* 200 years ago, humanity almost faced extinction at the hands of the werewolves. The world survived, but the cost was unimaginable. Victory was hard-earned—and the price paid is still unknown. After seeing the war wasn’t heading anywhere, the werewolves receded to grow their strength while letting the humans recover. Now, sixteen-year-old Jake Lucas is thrust into a battle he never wanted. Weak, outcast, and haunted by his parents’ brutal deaths, Jake is just trying to survive at Aurora Academy. But when a strange orb activates the Slayer System, everything changes. Quests, skills, and powers that could make him stronger than he ever dreamed. But power comes with a price. With each new level, Jake uncovers dark secrets—about the werewolves, the academy, and the shadows lurking beneath them all. The world is more dangerous than he imagined, and a hidden force is stirring, ready to rise once again. Jake’s only hope lies in mastering the Slayer System—but as the stakes grow higher, he’ll learn the real question isn’t how strong he can become, but *how far he’s willing to go* to stop an ancient evil from being unleashed. **But the system has a final warning: Jake isn’t the only one unlocking power. And the clock is ticking.**

A story in which a woman, after learning that the world would end in ten days, sets out to finish one last thing: murder her ex-girlfriend.

However, she ends up befriending, and spending the world’s final days with, the little sister of her ex-girlfriend instead.

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.