The Primal Hunter - Chapter 781: Nevermore: One Last Shot

This is a story about the protagonist gradually uncovering the truths of various cultivation realms through a simulator, continuously improving himself in the pursuit of survival.Jiang Yifeng transmigrates into the eldest son of the Jiang family’s trading company in the Great You Kingdom. Initially, he believes he has entered an ancient society where he can spend his life idly enjoying entertainment. However, five years after his transmigration, the simulator activates.Each simulation allows him to randomly draw different talents.Three-Minute Enthusiasm: Every day, you will have three minutes of extraordinary heat and hard down below.Fitness Expert: Your physical training results are beyond the ordinary.Eye of Insight: You can see partial information about everyone.Extreme One-for-One: The person who kills you will die simultaneously with you.During his first simulation, Jiang Yifeng discovers that this world is not what he thought—it has cultivators. Moreover, in just over a decade, these cultivators will come to destroy his family. After this revelation, Jiang Yifeng begins to simulate continuously for self-preservation!Through simulations, he keeps exploring the truths of this world and striving to improve his strength. In reality, he continues his carefree lifestyle.After numerous simulations, he discovers that the place he inhabits is nothing more than a sealed-off area, akin to a prison.In this place, people are forbidden from cultivating or seeking immortality. Otherwise, they will be hunted by an organization called “Immortal Arrival Gate.”This discovery makes Jiang Yifeng feel even less secure, so he works harder at simulating to exchange talents and cultivation...As he simulates repeatedly, Jiang Yifeng finds that the truths of this world are far more complex than he imagined. Even he, along with those around him, seem to have extraordinary origins. And all of this gradually unfolds within the simulations.When Jiang Yifeng finally becomes invincible, the truth he uncovers is...

“Here's what happened. I was in a desperate situation when I accidentally encountered a dragon. It told me I was a martial arts prodigy and said it would teach me the Dao of Immortality…” “This excuse for skipping class and cultivating in secret… is that seriously the reason?” “I don’t care whether it’s human or not, what matters is that the dragon said: ‘If you want to become strong, kneel and call me Master.’”

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?