The Substitute Bride: Indulged by the Obsessive CEO - Chapter 439 - : The Enemy’s Goal Isn’t to Rob and Kill

Saul traverses into a wizarding world filled with eerie mysteries and deadly crises.Determined to survive, he resolves t...Saul traverses into a wizarding world filled with eerie mysteries and deadly crises.Determined to survive, he resolves to overcome all obstacles and become a wizard. However, in this terrifying world, both apprentices and official wizards must constantly face the threat of death. Worse yet, Saul finds himself a prime target for persecution.Fortunately, he acquires a diary that can predict the future.But every prediction reads:[You bled out and died.][You turned into fertilizer and found great satisfaction in your new form.][You laughed yourself to death.][Three years later, you became someone else’s potion ingredient.]Saul: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ I don’t want this cheat anymore!Wait… Saul’s eyes suddenly lit up—Did I just rule out another wrong choice?Before long…Diary: (╯#-皿-)╯~~╧═╧ This isn’t what a diary is supposed to do!

Synopsis: Tags: [Game-World Crossover] + [Sovereignty Farming] + [Luck Mastery] + [Undead Scourge] + [Inter-Species Conflict] + [Heroic Battles]This is a world where games have invaded reality.Every year, students turning 18 awaken to a job change.One person crossed over and became a Necromancer.Relying on a luck-based talent that made wishes come true and a legacy from Mother Earth, this person rapidly gained power.While others gambled on skill mutations, summoning variations, and the chance with endless resources,he simply needed to shake his talent and use the least resources to obtain everything.With an undead frenzy, he broke through the blockades of the other nations on Blue Star, making his empire great again.With the undead scourge, he wiped out the decayed porcine dynasties within realm territories and became the new Realm Master.In the name of the Dead Spirit Overlord, he waged war on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Tribes and ascended to the throne of the Demon God.

“Wait, someone might see.” Charlton said, recalling the glass window.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.