The Female Lead Has No Cheats - Chapter 20: MMP, What’s Wrong with being the Heroine? (2)

It’s my 100th life!! This life’s genre is fantasy.By the way, am I a prince?My mother was a maid, and my father is a king. However, I’m just a prince who is born with blood from a lowly class.It’s actually good! Yeah! It’s pretty good to me!There are no followers and no right of succession. I mean, people don’t really care about my existence.‘This is a place where you can live easily, right?’

Coming to the multi-dimensional Marvel world, shuttles countless movies, anime, and television planes, based on Marvel arms giant Ambrella.

Predatory Terminator, Mechanical Octopus, Mechanical Enemy, Galaxy Fleet, Pacific Rim, Transformers’ high-tech technology to build a mechanical empire, devour and merge, Superbody, New Iron Warrior, Endless, Super Out of Control, Underworld, Naruto The power, genes and technology of tomorrow’s fringe …. established a steel empire belonging to the gods of science and technology, becoming the strongest arms dealer in Marvel history.

PS: In the real world, Marvel movies are the main line, with comics as the auxiliary. The protagonist takes science and technology as the main body and magic as the auxiliary.

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Argon Raze, the best swordsman of the continent. He was dubbed the Sword Saint due to his unparalleled skills with the sword. He lived a life of endless victories in duels and challenges. However, all that came to an end when he challenged a young mage. He lost his winning streak and his life at the hands of this young mage.Seemingly ready to accept his death, he found himself inside an unknown forest after being swallowed by an immense light. He was still alive, he realized. Although, he also realized he wasn't the same Argon Raze as before.Feel free to support me on Paypal or Patreon with five or more chapters ahead.

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.