Infinite Ebullience - Chapter 82 - 46: Reward (Second Part)

If Xiao Yan had never lost his Dou Qi initially.If Yao Lao had died within the Soul Ring due to severe injuries.If Xiao Yan happened to join the Hall of Souls by chance.If a butterfly flapped its wings and altered the course of fate, how would the gears turn?“.... Who are you?”“Hall of Souls, Xiao Yan!”--------------------Worlds: Battle Through the Heavens, The Great Ruler.Tags: Action, Adventure, Romance, Harem, Weak to Strong, Clever Protagonist.Minor Tags: Comedic Undertone, Pets, Reincarnation, Kingdom Building.No System / No Prior Knowledge of the World.

WARNING: Mature Content.He Craved Revenge.He is known to be ruthless, power-hungry, and untouchable.She never had a life of her own.She's powerless, forgotten, and unwanted.****Being the daughter of the wealthiest man in the country sounded like a dream, but to Anna, it was a nightmare.Stolen at birth by her father's mistress, and raised as the ‘illegitimate’ daughter of the powerful Steele family. She was treated as nothing more than a slave. Abused, neglected, and overlooked.Her life took an even darker turn when her half-sister chased her off a cliff, leaving her to drown in the raging river. To her family, she was dead, erased from their lives forever.Except Anna didn't die.She was rescued by a man she thought was her savior. Instead, he became her captor. Forced to sign a deal with the cold, mysterious stranger who pulled her back from the jaw of death, little did she know that agreeing to marry him would mark the very beginning of her real nightmare.****For ten years, Alexander Vaughn had one goal: destroy the Steele family. They took everything from him, now he was back to take their lives.But then, she fell straight into his grasp.Perfect.Six months. That was all he needed to ruin her, and the rest of her family.And the white-haired thing didn't fight back. She signed the contract.And that was when everything started to fall apart.

I used a cheat to devise a character in a game. Upon regaining consciousness after pressing the play button, I discovered myself embodying the character I had crafted, the ‘Priest of Corruption.’ This character was intentionally created with unfavourable statistics and is widely detested! The sole item in my inventory was the withered hand of a woman, yet could it possibly be the hand of a goddess?

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”