This Taoist Master is too Frivolous - Chapter 283 - 203: Madly accumulating merits, scaring the ghosts to tears!

She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel.*******She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries.He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire.Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore.I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want.A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do.Excerpt;Her fingers brushed against his forehead before he could react, her warm palms cupping both sides of his face as she studied him intently. His breath hitched at the sudden intimacy, his heart giving an involuntary stutter.What the hell was she doing?His gaze traced over her face, mapping every detail—the sharp glint of her violet eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and her lips... God, her lips. Plump, red, slightly parted as she assessed him. He wanted to taste them again, to claim them fully.“Your fever seems to be coming down,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly. “My blood really did the trick, I see...”His jaw clenched.Did she have to check his temperature this way? There were plenty of other ways to do it—ones that didn't involve tempting him with that mesmerizing face of hers.She started to pull her hands away, but before she could, he caught her wrist, stopping her.She looked up at him, startled.“If you wanted to check my temperature, you could've done so in a simpler way,” he said, his lips curving into a playful grin. He tugged her closer, his grip firm but gentle. “Are you trying to seduce me, Purple?”Her heartbeat stuttered against his chest. He could hear it. Feel it.Then, to his surprise, she didn't pull away.Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her body pressing against his just enough to make his muscles tense.“What if I am?” she whispered, deliberately biting her bottom lip.Rhydian's breath caught.The last of his control snapped.“You asked for it,” he growled.In the next second, he crashed his lips against hers.The kiss was deep, desperate, consuming. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the angle as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her fully. She responded instantly, matching his hunger with equal fervor.She wasn't perfect at kissing yet—he could tell she was still learning—but she made up for it with pure intensity, and damn if it didn't make his blood boil.His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips moved against hers with feverish need. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tasting, drinking her in as if she were the only thing that could satiate him.He bit down softly, drawing a gasp from her, and that little sound sent a violent pulse of arousal straight through him.He was already rock hard, aching with need.He hadn't touched a woman since the marriage arrangement was made. Maybe that was why he was losing control so easily. Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it had always been her.

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

Lu Liran, the former deputy captain of the first federal mobile team, disappeared in a great war, and his life and death are unknown.
Seriously injured in the war, lingering on his last breath and penniless, Lu Liran was luckily bound by the survival system.
Under the tasks issued by the system——

The Giant at thirty degrees below zero, conquer the Arlok Glacier;
In the No Man’s land under the black wind and sand, travel deep into the oasis in the hinterland of Salba Desert;
The Island in the Sky under the blue sky, the challenge of surviving on an uninhabited island;
The Blue Hole in the Endless Abyss, exploring deep sea wrecks and lost ancient cities.
The Muddy Lands, the Forest of White Bones, gathering specialties of the Haunted Swamp;
The Lord of Fire, the giant dragon lurking on the ground……

Therefore, in the Desolate Star that hates the federal army the most, a man with a disfigured face and mysterious identity quietly appeared in the top ten dangerous uninhabited regions of Desolate Star. In exchange for rich bounty rewards by hunting rare and exotic beasts that ordinary people can’t hunt, and the live broadcast of wilderness survival, he also started rapidly sweeping the entire planet.

“Ah, the anchor looks so scary, no one dares to marry such an Alpha no matter how powerful he is!”

“??? Brother Lu, I can! Marry me! The sense of security is at max level, like!”

“The anchor is really a god. This is the first time I’ve seen someone at the top of this year’s list of Desolate Star’s Most Attractive Alpha + Least Wanted to Marry Alpha at the same time…”

During a live broadcast, a heavy rain washed away the scar on Lu Liran’s face.

The whole live room is boiling!!!

“Marry me, marry me! Brother, marry me!”

After the live broadcast was closed, another man, so handsome that people subconsciously held their breath, appeared. He surrounded Lu Liran’s body and whispered: “You’ve been missing for so many years with my cub, when are you going to give me a name?”

Lu Liran: “…”

Yes, this is still an old-fashioned story of O pretending to be A and running away with joy.

…

His Excellency, the First Commander of the Federal Army, disappeared suddenly in the peaceful post-war era. Until one day, everyone noticed that he appeared in a live broadcast room, happily pretending to be a s*upid human-shaped pendant, and unscrupulously pestering a male anchor with a terrifying face.

“Official announcement, this is the commander’s wife.” His Excellency, the Commander-in-Chief of the Federation, said so.

The live broadcast room is boiling again!!!

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Mysterious occurrences loom; the entire world dramatically changes.The fate of individuals and nations becomes bound to AnalogHorror (rule kaidan), and once the chosen of destiny fail, it means countless people in their corresponding nation will be slaughtered by the strange phenomena.The entire world falls into unrest, panic, and despair.Until an absolutely unexpected individual joins the AnalogHorror game.Xiao Yiwang glanced at the weird world before him and then at the examination admission ticket in his hand.“Have middle school entrance exams always been this complicated? Well, it does prove my intelligence!”“I am retarded, but selected to join the analoghorror game?!”