Half-Tried Deity - Chapter 7: Flower Peacock And A Sissy

Fresh off the battlefield, Marshal Ke Lian received the startling news that his never-before-met fiancée had faced a family tragedy, losing both her parents. Despite inheriting a massive fortune, she now required someone to look after her.As the top-ranking figure on the “Empire's Most Popular Young Men Among Women” list, Marshal Ke Lian, known for his unparalleled charm and prowess, dutifully followed his father's wishes and married Du Xixi.He had envisioned Du Xixi as a delicate flower in need of tender care. But who could have imagined that the girl wielding a kitchen knife, fiercely battling the Humming Beast, would be the same one needing protection?Du Xixi stumbled into the Star Era, finding herself parentless and with a billion-dollar inheritance to claim... Oh, and a supposedly handsome fiancé she had never actually met.As the sole heir to the prestigious Imperial Chef Family, Du Xixi gazed at the rows of sleek Mecha in her new husband's courtyard and couldn't help but feel that a kitchen knife aligned more with her true temperament.

“Look at you, you were this teeny-weeny when you were little.”Using both hands, Shao Zifeng gestures how small his pet beast used to be. He then raises his head and looks at the gigantic being in front of him.“Just how did you grow into this ferocious form?”

Annan transmigrated to a new world – the Land of Dense Fog. He had become a rare elite NPC who possessed the player’s system.

However, he had the heart of a player.

I like to stir up matters, and unbridled. But, I’m a kind player. The ally of justice who is favored by this world.

I’m on a main mission. As the righteous player, I’m following my destiny to eradicate you, the evil NPC!

Dear player, I’d recommend you to stop running away. The mission is completed. I’m the righteous NPC now to punish you, the evil players…

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In the long dark night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky.

Hoarse whisper patrols the streets. The brass steam engine is emitting blood mist.

Your brain is in ecstasy; your eyes are enchanted.

With cracked skins, it sprouts new flesh.

In the gray mists, shirek cries come from the flesh wall that consumes thousands of corpses…

“Stop crying, our players don’t bite. They just want to play with you.”

The Solitary Schemer, Number 1 Player, Land of Dense Fog’s Savior, Leader of 13 Saints, Friend of 12 Upright Deity, Pioneer King, “The Righteous One,” Gatekeeper of Forth Disaster, Crownless Deity, the great Annan advised kindly.

It was in the year 2800 of the Midgard calendar. Back then, there was a Overlord who once reigned supreme and had reached the very brink of subduing the world.