Lord of End of World - Chapter 48

The head of the London Association of Mages, the most powerful Saint Archmage in the world, Audrey Davis, accidentally transmigrated to another world due to a magic accident. She was an 18-year-old human girl.

Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.

All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the ‘Prodigy System’. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.

Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power.

What does it feel like to become a ‘prodigy’ overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities…

Xiao Yijing returned to the real world from a narrow escape from the infinite world, and got the reward from the system – a group of unfinished buildings!

Although the unfinished building is in dilapidated condition and a lot of waste is waiting to be done, Xiao Yijing resolutely chooses to put it in ruins. Whoever likes to get a job will get a job, anyway, I won’t get a job!

When I have time to grow vegetables, raise chickens, herd cattle, and feed pigs, my small life is very nourishing.

Eh? Let me expand the scale of farming? ——No, it’s too troublesome!

What? Want to live here? ——Yes, you can settle the house by yourself.

ha? Do you want to help with work? ——Okay, you can handle it yourself!

By the time Xiao Yijing came back to her senses, the people who worked at their own expense had already gone to the sky, and the unfinished building was unknowingly revived!

(There is a male protagonist, but there are very few emotional scenes)

- Description from novelbuddy

[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.]

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“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.