Something’s Wrong With My Wife - Chapter 4: Cultivation Manual

Demon Lord! A symbol of terror and evil! Killing and death are associated with him! In a magic country, a being was summoned. This being was the most demon lord unlike of all demon lords in history.

“Your majesty demon lord, please sign a document here. But please be careful not to put your hand at the wrong place.”

“Your majesty Ya Lin, human army are invading us but I will protect you with my life!”

“Hate you! Don’t come closer! You are a real pervert demon! I hate such demon the most!”

O God, what is this? I just wish to be an ordinary person with carefree life and stuffed with food till death. Why I am the one who will become the future husband of the demon princess, the future demon lord? And also completing a near impossible task ——-resurrecting my mother-in-law? Luckily becoming a demon does have its own benefits, granting each demon ability to cultivate skills.

However, what type of circumstances are this, mission going to other worlds and conquer them?

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In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

Fujimoto Tōma is born in the Hidden Leaf Village with nothing to make him special.No famous clan. No inherited kekkei genkai. No dead legend waiting to be praised.Reincarnated into the world of shinobi, Tōma quickly realizes that wishing for bloodline luck is pointless. Talent exists, chakra exists, and effort exists. If he lacks the first advantage, he’ll sharpen the latter two until they draw blood.While other children dream loudly of becoming Hokage, Tōma trains quietly, treating every day at the Academy as an investment. Faster hands. Cleaner chakra control. Sharper judgment. He doesn’t chase glory; he builds foundations.Set in Naruto’s era, alongside familiar faces like Uzumaki Naruto, Tōma walks a harder road. An ordinary background means every step forward must be earned, and every mistake will cost more than it would for those born blessed.This is the story of how far a “normal” shinobi can climb in a world ruled by bloodlines, legends, and monsters and whether discipline and talent, honed without shortcuts, can stand tall among them.

Born into an abusive, unstable family and crippled from a young age, Harley grew up with pain as his only constant. Happiness was something he learned about through books—fantasy novels, forgotten histories, and imagined worlds where suffering had meaning.Then he died, and death wasn't the end of his suffering.Reincarnated into the world of the last novel he read, where humanity survives an apocalypse through supernatural “Awakened” warriors battling creatures from beyond reality, Harley should have been given a second chance at a good life.Instead, he was discarded.Thrown out of the noble household he was born into, Harley lived as a slave in the mines, a circus clown mocked for survival, all to eat.So when fate finally offered him the chance to awaken—to gain power like the others—Harley broke once again.Because after surviving a horrific trial, the power he awakened—although powerful—had a fatal condition that he could never accept....Author's note: This novel is dark, and the few chapters portrays the MC's mindset from being an ordinary man to getting chosen by the Harvest.Everything he does is for his own benefit. There would be a female lead, but you guys would hate her... I think. I personally liked the way I designed her.Anyways, see y'all at chapter 100.Additional tags: No-Harem.