How to Tame a Villain Character - Chapter 22 - : First Mission

She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.

Died because of grief, reincarnated because of fate.

Cal found himself in a world where dream was now reality and life meant survival!

A world where cultivation existed and only the strong could survive!

Follow him as he breaks through the unthinkable and reaches the heavens with nothing more but a power that lets him cultivate through Artifacts!

Jiang Siyu and Bo Shiyan entered into a marriage agreement to divorce after 99 times.On the last occasion, Jiang Siyu wanted to have a child with the man, but he remembered the count and directly presented the divorce agreement.Jiang Siyu was stunned. Looking back at the three years of marriage, she had been obedient to him, yet she couldn't melt his icy heart.Fine, they had their fun, so divorce it is.After all, men don't age well, so it's not a bad deal for the white moonlight!Jiang Siyu chose to leave with nothing and disappeared.Five years later, she returned dominantly with her child, with all her secrets exposed.The man cornered her on the bed, “The Bo family has had only sons for ten generations, thanks for gifting me with twins...”Jiang Siyu didn't quite understand what Mr. Bo meant by this.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.