I am the creator of New Life on the Earth - Chapter 242: A Difficult Choice

I was just taking a quiet late-night walk when I found… a child sleeping inside a dumpster.One thing led to another, and suddenly I became the accidental father of a kid no older than ten.The next morning, I woke up from a vivid dream. A mysterious Victorian woman whispering about “calamity, dungeons, portals, another world… yeah, good luck bro.” She said all of that in the most casually elegant Victorian tone imaginable.But the real nightmare started when a floating screen appeared in front of me, spouting nonsense about quests and objectives.The day I picked up a child in a dumpster was the day my ordinary life ended.And that was when our story truly began.

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end.When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul.The naïve Arabella evolved.***“Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child.Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son.She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child.For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay.Until finally… he fell to ruin!With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms.But fate wasn’t done playing with her.All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding.Was it a curse or a blessing?It didn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do.“I will ruin you in this lifetime too!”This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn.But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth.Who was wrong and who was right?Only time will tell.

Skyscraper's rooftop.Fang Cheng is sweating heavily, relentlessly training.1000 airborne clapping push-ups.1000 two-finger push-ups.1000 one-arm pull-ups.1000 one-arm handstand push-ups.1000 single-leg squats.Plus, holding a dragon flag and a Baki plank for one hour.Looking in the mirror, Fang Cheng shows a satisfied expression.“All six skills are maxed out, I can finally synthesize the mythic talent, Asura's body.”Neon-lit chaotic dark city, countless crimson eyes lurking around.Conglomerates, serial killers, cultists, gene-modified beings, rebel groups…Fang Cheng, with his panel, intrudes into this seemingly ordinary mysterious world.Gaining experience and cultivating through push-ups.Fitness, boxing, sanda, parkour, meditation, breathing, qigong…Each seemingly ordinary skill achieves unimaginable heights.Pushing human limits ever higher, crushing every so-called “monster.”Until — becoming the god of the new world!

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.