Black Corporation: Joseon - Chapter 44

Once again, as he opened his eyes, Ning Changge awakened his extraordinary insight, only to find himself reborn as an abandoned infant.Coincidentally, Zhang Sanfeng passed by and took him in as his eighth disciple.From then on, on Wudang Mountain, there was an unparalleled prodigy with extraordinary insight. While others practiced martial arts or cultivated immortality, Ning Changge aimed to forge a path to eternal life in the world of martial arts!【You studied three thousand classic scriptures, mastered three hundred inner cultivation techniques, and, with your innate inner energy, created the “Eternal Green Immortal Technique”!】【Reading a hundred volumes of swordsmanship, observing battles between peerless swordsmen, you gained insights and created the “Gold-ranked White Tiger Sword Qi”!】【You established the Immortal Sect, spread the teachings of immortality, and led people around the world to cultivate immortality. You observed the path of mortals cultivating immortality and used their inspiration as nourishment, creating the “Great Dao Elemental Infant Condensation Technique”!】【You led the world to ascend, and the world’s will rewarded you with the Supreme Merit Golden Dragon feedback. You refused to absorb it, pondered carefully, and created the “Supreme Merit Body Forging Technique”!】Martial techniques, passing them on to others…

Hye lived his entire life without a class. After the apocalypse hit the human world, strange creatures invaded and killed humans while new lands were being added.

Systems were given to humans and with the help of the guides, humans started to fight back for their lives. All of this happened under the watch of the venerable beings who were shining stars in the sky; gods!

Hye dreamt his entire life of a chance to prove himself. He was a hard working, earnestly learning and smart youth. However, the apocalypse never was merciful to such humans at all.

Until one day he got a chance to go back in time, when everything started. At this new starting point, he found himself able to finally obtain what he wanted, a class for himself and power beyond imagination.

But will things be this easy for him?

Every myth and legend is a path to Godhood!

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.