Kingdom's Bloodline - Chapter 592 is like going home

To the world, Isabella Harrington is nothing special--quiet and easy to forget despite her wealthy background. After her parents died ten years ago, her inheritance fell under her uncle's control. Even her marriage was perfectly planned by them.But Isabella was far from being anyone's pawn.Behind her calm smile and flawless disguise hides a fiercer and more ruthless side. She would do anything to take back everything that was stolen from her, even if it meant attaching herself to her family's rival.Enter Kaelian Veyron, the young master of the powerful Veyron family and president of Phoenix Corporation. He's the man every woman dreams of marrying.Cold, calculating, and devastatingly handsome, he easily tops the nation's “most desired” men lists even after an accident left him blind.No one, however, imagined that the 'ordinary' Harrington heiress would pursue him so relentlessly that she boldly moved in next door, sent him flirty texts, and removed all obstacles from his path, and even confessed her feelings in public.Everyone waited for her to be rejected and humiliated.Unexpectedly, Kaelian surprises them all by taking Isabella as his wife....He thought her feelings for him were fleeting, and he should get rid of her early.But later, he realized, she had already stolen his heart.Now, he can’t let her go.

This world is not reality, nor am I the protagonist.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

If human life could continue to grow stronger indefinitely, reaching infinite heights, then one day it might connect with the heavens!