Transcendence Due To A System Error - Chapter 108: Entangled

The ordinary 18-year-old Edo, during a nighttime walk, finds himself in a fantasy world where he gains a mysterious power that could shape his destiny.

The universe. This infinite field of stars is the dream of every Hunter.

For the Hunters who run amidst the stars, the only limit they truly have is the universe.

Is there a limit to the universe? And where would this limit lay?

When the Shadow Hunter; a young man named Cillin obtains a strange chip by accident, he begins his journey into this endless field of stars.

[WARNING! R18 CONTENTS!]Reborn as a King and with a Harem of Seven Wives.It looked like a perfect restart of life for Daniel but he didn't expect to become Lumiel who was the King who should have died before even the Gamestory started!Not that mattered, since he only cared about his Kingdom, his family, his Wives and his Concubines and how to extend his harem of wonderful women, all the while protecting his Kingdom from the threats of the Game!Unfortunately as the King who should have died, Lumiel will find himself despite himself dragged into the main plot of the Game with the Heroines and Protagonist!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?