I Became A Supporting Character - Chapter 45 The Protagonist Wants To Complete His Mission

Once the young leader of Dragon Soul, acknowledged king among international top mercenaries, he is pulled back to the city by his thrifty father-in-law to find himself a cold goddess.Being disliked by the goddess is not a problem; a spicy policewoman, charming boss, tsundere lolita, and sweet college student come knocking at his door.More women means more trouble, but that's not a problem either. What he's least lacking is the skill to solve problems!Lin Fei's life motto: What is love in this world? Only wishing life and death for it!

Coming to the multi-dimensional Marvel world, shuttles countless movies, anime, and television planes, based on Marvel arms giant Ambrella.

Predatory Terminator, Mechanical Octopus, Mechanical Enemy, Galaxy Fleet, Pacific Rim, Transformers’ high-tech technology to build a mechanical empire, devour and merge, Superbody, New Iron Warrior, Endless, Super Out of Control, Underworld, Naruto The power, genes and technology of tomorrow’s fringe …. established a steel empire belonging to the gods of science and technology, becoming the strongest arms dealer in Marvel history.

PS: In the real world, Marvel movies are the main line, with comics as the auxiliary. The protagonist takes science and technology as the main body and magic as the auxiliary.

- Description from Uukanshu

[A Douluo Dalu 2: Peerless Tang Sect Fanfiction]He awakened a unique martial soul and forged unfair contracts with soul beasts.Born in obscurity, he rose as a formidable overlord amidst the chaos.He suppressed countless prodigies of his era, his talent unparalleled.He is the true Beastmaster King, the ruler of all beasts.In the shadows, he gathered strength, advancing step by step, until he reigned supreme, unifying the continent.Whether human or soul beast, he would make all beings submit and become the sole sovereign of the land.Ending the turmoil, bringing order to the world—he would ascend to the highest throne, standing above all in an era of chaos.[Multiple love interests, no simping, mastery of strategy, seizing every advantage]

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

******

“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.