The Anarchic Consort - Chapter 1368 - Weiwei’s Power (1)

“You might be my wife, but I shall not lay a hand on you.”

“Is that so? Then can I lay my hand on you?”

“……Pardon?”

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Around 20 years in the future, the world is destroyed due to the invasion of demons. There’s only one way to prevent the destruction.

Marry the Duke known as the Monster and give birth to his child who will grow up to be the future warrior.

“Mielle, that marriage, I’ll do it instead.”

Yelena, who saw the future,
decided to get married to the Monster Duke and give birth to his child to save the world, however…

“Are we going to keep being idle like this?”

She thought she would be able to get it over and done with (?),
but her husband’s impregnable fortress-like defenses are beyond imagination!

“I told you to strip! Why aren’t you stripping?! Is it a part of your skin?”

Can Yelena safely give birth to the warrior and save the world in the end?

After a tragic incident, young noble Lucien Lootwell falls into a coma and awakens later with memories from a past life in another world. Once a hardcore gamer, Lucien now finds himself in a fantasy realm where power is measured by strength, status… and the rarity of what you can claim.To his shock, his awakened skill, Drop Rate: MAX, is a broken skill that guarantees items from subjugated targets. While others struggle for scraps, Lucien pulls in legendary weapons, lost tomes and fortune beyond belief.But noble life is far from peaceful. Surrounded by rivals, political vipers and a secret tied to his cheats, Lucien must balance his past life's cunning with his new world’s expectations. As he builds a force from the ground up, one question remains. Was this reincarnation a second chance… or part of a bigger game he’s yet to understand?

Distant green mountains, a remote village, an ordinary boy struggling to survive, whose mundane life transforms into the path of cultivation. Who is real, and who is fake? Who can accompany the bright moon to the end? The world of immortals begins from here.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.