I Don't Agree to the Terms - Chapter 8 - : Do You Know What a Melee Archer Is?

They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies.
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures.
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?!

Killed On The Roof Top On Her Wedding Day By Her Just-Wedded-husband,Jasmine Trevor begged for a second chance at life.As If The Universe Heard Her Plea,Jasmine Trevor Was Reborn To Two Days Before Her Wedding With Jack Raven.This Life,She Vowed To Change Her Fate While Face Slapping Jack And Get A Sweet Revenge. What Would Be The Perfect Face-Slapping Than Getting Married To His Rival??Jasmine Went Ahead With The Wedding,on the aisle,she took everyone by surprise by introducing a new groom while she had security men throw Jack Out Of The Hall.A Villian Was Made. Getting Married To The Infamous Billionaire Monster Who Was Tagged As The Killer Of His Parents,Jasmine Was In For A Ride She Never Bargained For.Jasmine’s Taste For Revenge Made Her Get Entangled With The Sadistic Billionaire Who Has A Very Dark Past,One That Might Cloud Her….Thrust Into His Endless Abyss Through A Contract Marriage, Jasmine Was Stuck With Kingsley Elm—-Who Saw Her As His Possession. An Asset And His Obsession.“Be Tame,Little Vengeful Wife. You’re Mine Now.”

Once I’ve become Immortal, then my attempt to conquer the world shall begin.

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOKHeena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean.“HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!”Her eye twitched. Not now.Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings.“System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.”“But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!”“Not my problem.”“You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!”“Exactly why I deserve a vacation.”“No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!”Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.”“Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging.Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous.The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in.Empress Celeste Ravencourt.Five husbands.A dying empire.“Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.”A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.”“Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?”“Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.”Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily.“Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.”She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place.At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone.Wine was poured into her glass.Poisoned. Obvious.They watched her closely.Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly.“To new beginnings.”She drank it all.The silence cracked.Nothing happened.Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief.Heena leaned back, calm and smiling.“Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”