The Princess' Harem - Chapter 27: The Slave Trading Network

This story is about a rookie researcher, who was forcefully dragged away from his restful life, compelled into facing various killers and zombies, always having to risk his life at the brink of death, and finally becoming an advanced researcher that is acclaimed by all. And throughout his adventure, he met an alluring(?) killing machine, who he started to have fantasies on after they had an accidental kiss…

Xiao Yan: Did I fall for him? But he’s a man!

Maya: Who knows…. maybe it’s the other way round?

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The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!

Traveling through the world of comprehensive martial arts, Xia An awakens the god-level corpse-touching system, as long as he touches the corpse, he can get various rewards!

I wanted to develop wretchedly, but I just became a six-door patrol, and I was ruthless at the beginning!

Ruthless: “The pervert will die!”

Xia An: “Obviously you rushed up by yourself, so can you go down to the ground now…”

With being involved in various disputes, Xia An’s strength is constantly increasing.

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for touching Ye Gucheng’s body, gaining 20 years of internal strength, flying immortal sword moves from heaven and earth.”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for touching Yang Dingtian’s corpse, gaining a hundred years of skill, and moving the universe.”

…

Many years later, Emperor Ming looked at Xia An with a wry smile.

“Wu Wang, why don’t you be the emperor?”

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How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.