I Transmigrated into a Book and Became the Real Rich Daughter's Pampered Cousin - Chapter 421 - : Sent to the Hospital

The once-bustling and noisy streets were now filled with an eerie blanket of silence.

Hoarse and frenzied whispers lingered high above the heavens, and an indescribable ancient giant lurked in the shadows of the bottomless ocean.

A mysterious plague had outbroken, and natural disasters wrought the Earth. Global pandemic and catastrophes had the panicked masses seeking illusory shelters from the devastation, day and night.

A bloody shower poured over the land as the streaks of lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the ill-intentioned gathering of ravens above. Nevermore, nevermore, quoth the ravens.

“We can see that this malformed creature has twelve pairs of ribs like humans, but also has a “transverse bone” that humans do not possess…”

In the medical school, Gu Jun continued bringing down his scalpel, illustrating the abnormal thoracic structure of the malformed cadaver on the dissection table to the surrounding students.

Ominous and treacherous times had descended! Truth and logic had crumbled, order warped into a frenzy. Humanity can only forge ahead through the power of intelligence and wisdom.

Jian Chen, the publicly recognized number one expert of the Jianghu. His skill with the sword went beyond perfection and was undefeatable in battle, After a battle with the exceptional expert Dugu Qiubai who had gone missing over a hundred years ago, Jian Chen succumbed to his injuries and died.

After death, Jian Chen’s spirit was transmigrated into a completely foreign world. Following an extremely fast growth, his enemies piled up one after another before becoming gravely injured once more.

On the gates of death, his spirit had mutated, and from that moment henceforth, he would tread on a completely different path of the art of the sword to become the sword god of his generation.

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After Mr. A died, he was bound to the system, and promised to fulfill the wishes of the three-dimensional people and die instead of those who should have received the lunch, so as to let them survive and gain the energy of rebirth.
In order to complete the task better, Mr. A has enabled two identities successively.
Ontology: special recruitment of rum, organize excellent employees, work conscientiously, and make wine according to their duties.
Vest: Genzheng Miaohong, graduated from the police academy, the partner of justice will never be absent!
After repeatedly jumping across the abyss of failure, Mr. A discovered that it was not the black-clothed organization that killed him without blinking. His real enemies should be those who don’t listen to people and like to make up their minds and change the plot without authorization! already! people!
especially you! The undercover gentleman with three faces!
After being cheated countless times by Hong Fang’s own people, Jun A burst into tears and cried out in his soul: Let! I! go! die! what! !
I am saving you! Please respect my work, thank you!
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As the youngest cadre of the National Police Agency, Mr. Furuya, who has made great contributions to the destruction of transnational criminal organizations, one of the most regrettable events in his 32-year life so far happened on the rainy day when the organization was completely destroyed three years ago. .
He should have carried that young man’s life on his back, just like the countless people he had killed, until the day of his death.
However, when he woke up one day, he went back to the past.
At this time, the boy who was still a teenager joined the organization on his first day.
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▼CP is obviously zero
▼The main detective, with all his works, has no superpowers.
▼The main theme is he Shuangwen, don’t expect too much from the author’s brain.

Content Labels: Comprehensive Manga Rebirth Young Man Conan
Search keywords: Protagonist: A Jun (Qiu Ze Yao), Zero Jun ┃ Supporting role: Black Fang, Red Fang ┃ Others:

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In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”