The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate - Chapter 32: The Banquet Begins

“If I told you about the darkness inside of me, would you still look at me like I'm the Sun?”******Annalise's life changed the very night she was married off to the Dark Lords who resided in the Cursed Castle. She was offered to them as a sacrifice to save their Empire.No one knew anything about those residing inside the Cursed Castle except that there were three of them, all men, and they all were very powerful.There was a dark force invading the peaceful lives of the people of Seelie Empire, people were disappearing and unseen things were happening. And the High Priestess confirmed that the Seelie Realm would need the help from the Dark Lords to win this battle against the unknown.Annalise ended up becoming the pawn as the only unmarried girl with royal lineage and the title of a Princess. To show their sincerity about the treaty, the royal family offered her hand in marriage to the Dark Lords, and to everyone's surprise, the Lords agreed. But they had a condition - she needed to marry all three of them!To save her Empire and people, Annalise agreed to marry all three Lords only to find that none of them showed up at the wedding.How was Annalise going to handle her married life, and her three husbands who were not only handsome beyond words but also more powerful and mysterious than people thought? Especially when they had a great battle to fight!

The once greatest Saint underneath the heavens has been reborn after one hundred years. He cultivates with mighty skills, and he fights to once again reach the top of the world!

Don’t compete with me when it comes to concocting pills, 100% effectiveness means nothing to me.

Don’t compete with me when it comes to cultivation speed, I won’t be responsible when you die from embarrassment.

Don’t compete with me when it comes to experience, as I’m an ancient ancestor.

The existence of Jiang Chen is destined to ridicule thousands of geniuses……

- Description from Novelupdates

When he woke up, Ji Que traveled to a dangerous world where fairy mountains collapsed and temples were abandoned.

Fortunately, he has a supernatural ability, which allows him to save his understanding and use it like banknotes.

The more understanding you accumulate, the more miraculous you can realize.

Comprehend “swimming”, you can swim as fast as a fish in the water, and you can swim up and fly on the ground.

After comprehending “The Analects of Confucius”, the knowledge will be integrated, and the muscle strength will increase exponentially.

After comprehending “The Book of Benevolence”, I have learned one more combat technique of “dividing people into two”!

After comprehending “Yi Xue”, I accidentally mastered a skill of “smashing the head into the body cavity”!

Comprehend “Xiaoyaoyou”, “Mozi”, “Taoist Tibetan”…

Afterwards, Ji Que started holding back his big move, wanting to see what effect it would have if his comprehension reached its limit.

Until one day, he couldn’t bear it any longer, and he kept wishing for a certain stir-fried dish that he had always wanted, so he used all his understanding on “stir-frying and tossing spoons”.

Later, there were rumors in the rivers and lakes that not long after a terrifying plague god came to the world, he was thrown to death by a passing cook…

- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”