His Cute Wife is a Little Crazy - Chapter 134

[discord server]https://discord.gg/dyYFy6N5(Smut with a good storyline)[Read 24+ chapters]“Hey, you’re sucking a bit too hard...my neck hurts!” I tried to push her off me, but she refused.“Zip it, human. To me, you’re nothing but my juice tank.”…Sigh.My name is Minato Katana. I’m a 20-year-old web novel addict and a university student living in Shibuya.I don’t really want to get into too many details, but one night while searching for the limited edition of my favorite novel, I ran into a strange old lady. Who handed me a book titled The Realms of Eternity.At first, I thought it was just some weird, old forgotten novel. But when I opened it, curiosity got the better of me. Inside was a summoning ritual...and before I knew it, I had brought the Demon Lord’s daughter straight into my small apartment.”

Maxwell was once a game developer, crafting worlds from code—but now, he’s trapped inside his own creation.As the last dragon user in this cultivation game world, he makes use of his system that rewards him for every kill. 100% drop rate, every time.But with each quest he conquers, he moves one step closer to becoming the strongest player alive—and rewriting his own fate in the process.

The unfortunate prince, Xu Nian, took over the Profound Yellow Sect and recruited disciples from game players on Earth with the help of his system. Since then, the entire martial arts world has undergone a huge transformation.“Awesome, there's even a sense of pain!”“This is definitely cutting-edge tech! Which gaming god is behind this game?”“I thought we had complete freedom, so why can't I take off my pants?”

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”