The Young master's fake bride and her lucky system - Chapter 583: All Alix’s babies.

“You motherfucker… don’t come back to this shop again… or else…”Customers flinched at the loud noise. The next second, someone was thrown out of the shop by the delicate but handsome-looking omega shopkeeper.The alpha hunters flinched as they watched the omega shopkeeper move back after throwing an alpha out all on his own, and they all thought the same thing—do not anger the shopkeeper and do not go after him.After all, to these low-level alpha hunters, the omega civilian shopkeeper was a celebrity.However, what these hunters did not know was the secret the omega shopkeeper hid.Not only was he a hunter, but also part of the first-generation hunters who went after the world’s first and last L-class gate, and perished.But Kyle somehow survived. And not only did he survive, but he also found himself returning 10 years after he entered the L-class gate as a dead man walking.With no money and no identity to call his own, Kyle decided to start fresh from the bottom and live a civilian life he was not able to last time.He almost succeeded, if not for the new customers of his that were trying to uncover his identity.The world had changed from the once-bleak one where hunters were feared, to one where hunters were revered as celebrities, but Kyle had no intention of stepping into the limelight.Now, if only others got the message, he would appreciate it as well. After all, he had no intention of mingling with the world of top hunters again, even if the pull tried to bring him back.

How good would it be to live in a game world you loved the most… right after your death?Well, that’s exactly what happened to César in the worst way possible.While fighting cancer on his deathbed, he played a game where he could live as a cartel member, part of the mafia, building his own empire and climbing to the top. But when the time came and he died… he woke up in that exact game.He woke up in Sandria, a world ruled by power, money, and death.

What would you do if someone—or something—offered you everything you ever dreamed of?Power.wealth. Even a chance to rewrite your fate.In this world, nothing is given freely.Some trade their souls. Others their eyes.Just like the horror stories.But when my moment came…they didn’t want my soul.They didn’t want my eyes.They asked for my face.My name is Ross Mutt, and everything changed with a single phone call—a call that dragged me into a hidden war run by people who control more than governments, more than nations.People who decide who vanishes… and who never existed.I thought I was going to take them down.Until the day I heard that voice.A calm voice.A patient voice.A voice that had been waiting for me long before all of this began.“Rise.”That was my first glimpse—my first warning—that something far greater than my enemies had taken interest in me.And from that moment…my real fight began.

BLURB> He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance.Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection.With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be.Because when a hivemind learns to love......it doesn’t know when to stop.The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying.SYNOPSISIrvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel.Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck.Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy.Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice.But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame.His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.