Wayfarer - Chapter 917: All A Ploy

Love is like a battle... A bloodless battle. And every battle has casualties. But this battle leaves even more torturous wounds. Because the wounds of love are left on one's soul.

He might be covered in scars that this battle of feeling left behind, she was the cure he never even knew he was looking for.

He hid his emotions in the maze of his heart, but what to do, the wife he brought home, fancies puzzles.

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Raelle Xiang likes to have everything under her control. Being a CEO, she has always been very calculative. All her life revolved around profits. She'd avoid anything and everything that she couldn't control or calculate; for instance, feelings!

Something intangible like feelings were too bothersome for her.

Shui Xian has turned cold and aloof after the divorce that left him devastated. With enormous wealth, exceptional family back, he was still considered the ideal man but even after years, he was still single.

He chose to bury himself in work to forget the heartbreak and bitterness that someone left behind.

But what happens when this cold President gets into an arranged marriage with the feisty CEO?

One is broken by love and yet cherishes the pain it brought.

The other has always considered love to be a manipulative emotion.

One has a cold personality, the other is simply cold.

One is all about facts and logic, the other still believe in emotions.

With their similar personalities yet contradicting beliefs, what chaos this marriage is gone bring?

Will love manage to ignite?

The issue that originally preoccupied Tang Xian’s thoughts was whether, amidst these world-destroying bosses, he should be a hero for just a second or continue to pretend to be a boss. Later, he realized that, in the midst of pretense, he had actually become genuine...

Wu Ping transmigrated into the world of immortal cultivation and became a disciple of the outer disciple of the Blood Rain Sect. With his qualifications, he was confident that he could lead a peaceful life.But, who would have thought Wu Ping’s sea of consciousness was connected to a zombie world?What was more outrageous was that the zombies actually had living souls.The zombie’s corpse can be used to refine and improve his cultivation.Its blood can be used to refine the blood flame technique, and its soul can be used to enhance the soul-refining technique.Its crystal cores can also strengthen the human body and awaken psychic abilities.Soon, the zombie world became Wu Ping’s backyard for cultivation techniques.[Eternal Demon Green Art: It uses half-souls to condense tree species. It must be provided with blood and corpses as nutrients. The more nutrients it absorbs, the more powerful the Eternal Demon green tree will be, and the stronger the spiritual Qi it will generate] Wu Ping directly planted the magic green tree in the zombie world, with corpses as nutrients.In no time, all kinds of terrifying demon cultivation techniques shone under Wu Ping’s hand one by one.The entire immortal cultivation world trembled for him, calling him the ‘Immortal Devil’.But Wu Ping didn’t kill anyone. All he killed were zombies.A group of righteous cultivators: “You, Immortal Devil, don’t come over ah!”

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.