A Peacock Husband of Five Princesses by day, a Noble Assassin by Night - Chapter 44: Kael and the Necromancer (4/5)

He was just an ordinary man from modern era.Yet he was also a feared deity worshipped in divine era.In this time where gods walked with mortals, he will survive and thrive.He is no longer a man.He is Hades, the God of the Dead and King of Underworld.

Song Yang was a Mercenary King in his previous life, killed by a stray bullet. He transmigrated to a world of cultivation, where the ability to control clouds and move mountains is commonplace.In this life, after taking over the body of a prince who had lost everything, he awakened a system that granted him a legion of thousands of cultivators in the Saint Realm from the start, and thus his story began.Creating a Shura Palace that made the whole continent tremble as soon as it heard his name.Be it a Saint from a Holy Land, an Emperor from a Powerful Empire? An ancestor from a powerful family?No matter who it is, as long as they pay the corresponding price, Shura Palace can kill.

As a walk-on, he had been the mistress of his sugar daddy for three year. However, they only had met each other for a few times.
As a boss, his sugar daddy had tons of lovers.
The walk-on: The cake shop is the only thing I love in this world. Lovers? Never want one.
The boss: No problem. Nobody wants that.
Then, they fell in love with each other…
Shameless playboy x heartless rogue
1v1, this is not a decent love novel.

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.